Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** Its funny, isnt it? The way we women convince ourselves that asking for help is somehow

**Diary Entry 8th March**Lately, Ive been struggling. Work has been piling up, and Im always running late.

We had high hopes that my mother would retire, move to the countryside, and leave her three-bedroom flat

**Diary Entry 15th May** “You know, George, shes your sister, but Im your wife. And I cant stand

**Diary Entry 12th October** My aunt, Mums sister, never had children, but she did have a lovely three-bedroom

Emily visited her every other day, leaving food and water by the bedside before slipping away.

“Father, meet hershe’ll be my wife, your daughter-in-law.”“Father, this is my

**Diary Entry** I bumped into Mrs. Wilkins from next door as I walked up to Mums house. She leaned over

On my husbands birthday, my son pointed at the guests and shouted, “Thats her! Shes wearing that skirt!

**Diary Entry** Eleanor and James were having dinner when the door suddenly burst open, and his motherMargaretstormed in.