Emily Taylor

Youre not my family anymore Mum, Ive brought Lucy round, Tamaras voice echoes from the hallway, pulling

Trying to Get Rid of Me What on earth are you wearing? Barbara Wilson eyed her daughter up and down

Emilys popping by tonight. About seven o’clock. You dont mind, do you? Julia put her hairbrush

Six months after signing the divorce papers, just as I thought my life was finally settling, my phone

Dont tell me how to live my life.Emily, let me go! I just cant take it anymore. This isnt a home, its

I never imagined that my wedding day would become the most humiliatingand at the same time, the most

I had always dreamed of wearing my late mothers wedding dress as a way to honour her memory.

At my daughters wedding, her mother-in-law handed her a gift box wrapped in shiny gold paper.

Every morning, Emily awoke to the gentle patter of rain against her window and grey clouds hovering above

At twelve years old, Holly Smith already knew what it meant to go to bed hungry, endure awkward stares