Walton Merritt

Yesterday, I finally gathered all my courage, looked straight into my mother-in-law’s, Violetta’s, and

**Diary Entry – 5th June** I don’t fancy it one bit, but here I am, packing my bags to take my son Daniel

Well, what do you think? My mother-in-law, Margaret’s relatives showed up two weeks before Easter, and

I’ve regretted a hundred times over bringing my new boyfriend, James, to Mum’s Easter gathering.

My dear friend Emily, who also happens to be my goddaughter, has finally left her husband Victor, and

My husband Edward has grown so full of himself lately, acting like the sun revolves around him, that

In a quaint little town near York, where the evenings carried the scent of freshly cut grass, my life

I’d already packed a bag in my head—just the essentials—to sneak away with my son from my husband and

So, my birthday was yesterday, and honestly, I still can’t decide if it was a total disaster or the most

I live with my mother in her grand manor—but the secret I keep is tearing me apart. In a quiet village