Emily Taylor

There was a time when my husband, Edward, spat those cruel words at me: “Elizabeth, I could live

**Diary Entry** Sometimes, you think a child’s love for their mother is unshakable—solid as stone.

We denied ourselves everything so our daughters would want for nothing. Did I deserve such coldness from

My husband and I denied ourselves everything just so our daughters could have the best. Did I really

Sometimes it seems a child’s love for their mother is an unshakable truth, solid as a rock.

My husband and I denied ourselves everything just so our daughters could have the best. Did I really

She took two of my cutlets and told me I needed to lose weight. After six years of marriage, I’d given

Sometimes it seems a child’s love for their mother is an unbreakable truth, as solid as stone.

He took two burgers off my plate and told me I needed to lose weight. After six years of marriage and

In a sleepy town nestled near Oxford, where cobbled lanes whisper forgotten tales, my life at twenty-seven