Emily Taylor

My children don’t even remember I exist. I warned them: either they step up, or I sell everything and

I always thought of myself as the sort of mum who’d move mountains for her kids. From sleepless nights

**Diary Entry – 12th October** I’ve always been one of those women who live entirely for their children.

I married a divorced man, and now I’m considering divorce myself—his daughter is planning to move

I always was one of those women who live for their children. From sleepless nights when my son was little

**Diary Entry** I don’t think my children remember I exist. I warned them—either they step up, or I sell

**Diary Entry – 15th June** I set the table, lit the candles, and placed his favourite roast chicken

**Diary Entry—12th April** I thought Mum was preparing the flat as a wedding gift for us. When the renovations

I thought Mum was preparing a flat for us as a wedding gift. When the renovations finished, she simply

I thought Mum was preparing a flat as a gift for us. When the renovations were done, she simply moved