25April2025 Dear Diary, This evening turned the house into a stage for a family farce I never imagined rehearsing. It began with my motherinlaw, Irene Parker,...
Forget me forever, she snapped, as if cutting the cord, my daughter Emily. Everything had been moving at a breakneck pace. I felt sorry for both...
James married at twentyfour. His wife, Emily, was twentytwo. She was the only child of a university professor and a schoolteacher, and the family had welcomed...
A damp English twilight spreads over the streets, blurring the outlines of terraced houses and filling the air with a cool, wet breath. Streetlights flick on...
Childless halfwoman, my motherinlaw snapped, her voice as thin as dry straw. Eleanor sighed, a bitter smile curving her lips. Dont listen to her, shrieked the...
Emily had been a lover on the side. Marriage never seemed to work out for her. Shed spent her twenties drifting from one fling to another,...
Before they part Alex Turner worships his wife Beatrice. He cant get enough of her. After six years of marriage they still have no children. Beatrice...
Here, love, have a slice of cake for the girl! shouted the man perched on the steps of the bakery, his coat damp from the drizzle...
It was twelve oclock when Blythe was due for her operation. Simple, scheduled, an hour under anaesthetic, then straight home that afternoon. She hadnt begged him...
Andrew Barker married at twentyfour. His wife, Mabel, was twentytwo. She was the only childborn lateto a professor and a schoolmistress. Within a year they welcomed...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit...
Ellie had always lived, as the saying goes, by the book, trudging along a dull, overused lane with her head...
Enough! Im done carrying the whole lot of you on my back! No more penniesgo feed yourselves however you wish!...
The street was bustling today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun after...
Her boss Sally was hurrying to the office, dreadfully lateshe imagined the nightmare of standing before the editorinchief without having...
Youre a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw announced, her voice cutting through the chatter as I was refilling the...
The old matriarch, Margaret Whitcombe, tended to her potted ferns on the sill, each leaf glistening like tiny lanterns. Suddenly...
Go on and trash your mum all you like, but if you utter another word about my mother that I...
Im Thomas Miller, a farmhand from the little village of Somerby in North Yorkshire, and Ill tell you how Valerie...