Emily Taylor

Four years. That’s how long my husband and I, along with our two-year-old daughter, have lived

Mum always held up my older sister as the example to follow, but her birthday was the final straw.

Mother always held my elder sister up as an example—her birthday was the final straw. From childhood

I suggested to my mother-in-law that we divide the fridge shelves—and all hell broke loose. “

“Gran, Mum said we have to put you in a care home.” The words slipped from my lips like an

Four years. That’s how long my husband and I have lived under the same roof as his mother—Margaret—with

The Bitter Truth on the Pillow: “I’ve Come for Good” Emily returned home utterly drained.

Granny, Mum said we have to put you in a care home: I overheard my parents talking. Margaret hurried

Gloria hurried across the schoolyard to collect her granddaughter after class. Her heels clicked against

The Bitter Truth on the Pillow: “I’ve Come to Stay” Emily came home exhausted.