Hey love, Ive got a story for you imagine it as a warm chat over a cuppa. The rain was coming down hard on the lanes...
Andrew has been raising me, insisting Id be lost without him, and I finally left. Are you rummaging through my stuff again? Andrew shouts. Im not,...
In a mistladen dream that felt like a London night turned inside out, a young woman called Eleanor stood each dawn on the same cobbled corner...
My husband asked me to move out and make room for his friend. Should I really pack my things for your mate? I wanted to pinch...
Mrs. Thompson, youve brought a proper daughter for my son! the future motherinlaw declared, her voice thick with pride. I always told Max to marry a...
“Listen, Em Mom just brought home a new saucepan,” David said, slipping into the kitchen and scratching the back of his neck. “She swears its a...
You think I dont get why youve turned up here? Aunt Linda sneered, her smile as sharp as a butchers knife. The house is lovely, the...
Mum, that flat of yours, is it yours or a rental? No, love, its yours to rent, and I want my freedom! And here we could...
“Thomas always chose his mother but then he chose me” “Lord, Emily, what on earth are you doing, love?” Margaret Whitaker wailed, standing in the middle...
12October2025 Ive spent most of today recalling the way Andrew kept insisting that without him Id be lost. Youre digging through my things again! he roared,...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the...
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what...
James said he was off on a work trip, but I found his car parked outside my best friends flat....
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....
Rain tapped against the sill of the little rented twobedroom flat. James watched the droplets trace strange patterns on the...
Granddad, yes! Sam, a lanky boy wrapped in a coat far too big for him, clutched his grandfathers hand, shuffling...
The Keller manor in Surrey sat poised in its immaculate, chilly silence most days, its marble corridors echoing only with...
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said....
28October2025 Today I sat at the kitchen table, the old brass kettle humming, and tried to untangle the knot of...