Emily Taylor

“Why have kids if you can’t be bothered to look after them?” — I refuse to spend my golden

It was a typical Saturday morning. The kettle whistled on the stove, and sunlight filtered lazily through

*”Why have kids if you don’t have time for them?”* — I won’t babysit my grandchildren and

It was just an ordinary evening. I’d finally managed to put my baby girl to sleep and sank into the sofa

**Diary Entry – 22nd December** I’m sixty years old. Living alone. Somehow, I never imagined old age

I’ve never lived with a mother-in-law—and I certainly won’t tolerate daughters-in-law in my own home.

I’ve never lived with a mother-in-law—and I’ve got no intention of putting up with daughters-in-law in

I am sixty. I live alone. And this is not the old age I ever imagined. At sixty, I am the mother of two

**Diary Entry – 12th May** I’ve never lived with a mother-in-law—and I’ve no intention of putting up

I am sixty now. I live alone. And this is not the old age I ever imagined for myself. I am sixty.