Author: Emily Taylor

My friend Imogen is an absolutely incredible cook. Heavenly, divine—she could turn a simple courgette

Right, so off we went to visit the mother-in-law. Lovely. She lived in a tiny village, in a little cottage

In my old age, my eldest son has stopped speaking to me. He has gone back to the woman who once broke

**Diary Entry** In my old age, my son stopped speaking to me. He went back to the woman who had already

In my old age, my son stopped talking to me. He went back to that woman who’d already broken his heart once.

Grandmother: comes, plays with the child, leaves. Me: cook, clean, entertain. I’m at my wit’s end.

My heart shatters with pain and loneliness. I’m tired of fighting alone while my grown children—the ones

My children have forgotten me—either help me, or I’ll sell everything and move into a care home.

Grandma comes over, plays with the child, and leaves. Me? Cook, clean, entertain. I’m at my wits’

**Diary Entry – 12th May 2024** When my daughter, Emily, rang me up and asked if I could come stay with