Emily Taylor

“I’ve asked nicely!” Margaret Whitmore stood in the hallway, arms crossed, glaring at her neighbour’s door.

I’m 56, and I’ve never been married. No, I’m not a spinster. I have a wonderful daughter—she’s married

**A Move That Became a Divorce** *”What on earth are you on about, Emily?”* bellowed Richard

My ex-mother-in-law won’t leave me alone My ex-husband has long since moved on, raising a new child with

A Sham Marriage Stephen strolled along the train platform, soaking up the gentle spring sunshine.

My ex-mother-in-law won’t leave me alone. My ex-husband has moved on ages ago—he’s even raising a new

The children stopped asking me to see my granddaughter, quietly hiring a nanny to avoid crossing paths with me.

The grandkids don’t even invite me over anymore—they’ve quietly hired a nanny just to avoid me.

In my marriage with Eleanor, we spent ten years together. We worked side by side in a laboratory, so

“Your mother-in-law forced me to give up my share” “What do you mean, give up my share?”