Emily Taylor

Emily had always been unlucky in love. By the time she turned thirty, she still hadn’t found a husband

Jonathan was a lifelong bachelor, content in his solitude. He worked tirelessly, like a carthorse, yet

Henry was an old bachelor, living quietly with his solitude, never burdened by loneliness. He worked

Henry Wilson was an old bachelor, perfectly content with his solitude. He worked like a carthorse and

It has been three long years now. When my son William brought his new wife—a woman with two children

**Diary Entry – 14th May** Ira was blunt in her manner. For as long as her colleagues had known her

Ira was sharp-tongued in conversation. As long as her colleagues had known her, she never minced her

Irene had a sharp tongue. Everyone at the office knew her as the woman who never minced her words.

For three long years, this nightmare has dragged on. When my son William brought his new wife into our

Today, I am seventy years old. I am as lonely as a forgotten streetlamp. I have become my own daughter’s burden.