Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** I never thought it would come to this. Max, my little boy, sat curled up on his bed

**One-Way Road** “Maybe you should wash his pants too, eh? Socks, perhaps? He’s a grown man, for

“Look at what you’ve turned into!” Oliver sneered, staring at his wife as if she were

**Diary Entry** I’m a husband, not a piece of furniture. *”You bought the wrong bread again.

**Diary Entry** “What do you even need it for?” “You’re calling *me* heartless?

**The Bouquet** Emma lay on her bed, eyes half-shut. Across the room, Holly sat cross-legged, reading

“I’m a Husband, Not a Coat Stand” “You bought the wrong bread again.

Lost Happiness Emily stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.

“Do you mean to tell me this bloody hound means more to you than your own children?”

“What do you need all this for?” “Are you calling *me* unfeeling? *Me?* You’re the