Emily Taylor

An apartment for two? Not a chance! Ill put the flat in Mollys name and move in with you. Youre living

My daughterinlaw asked me to stop visiting so often: I pulled back, yet one day she called me for help.

I want a divorce, she whispers, turning her gaze away. It is a chilly evening in London as Harriet quietly

Listen, the fatherinlaw said stiffly to James, we took you into the family, we treat you like one of

When I turned fifteen, Mum and Dad decided they absolutely had to have another kid. So my little brother

We had to swap the locks just to keep my motherinlaw from treating our flat like her own home.

Im sixty, living in Birmingham, and never in my wildest teenage fantasies did I imagine that after twenty

We drifted into a night like a fogfilled meadow, the kind that makes you think the sky is a soft, overripe plum.

“Your wifes always ruining our celebrations,” my mum declared to James, her voice halflaughing

My friend never sent a single penny for my wedding, and now shes inviting me to hers. Eleanor and Edward