Walton Merritt

**Diary Entry** Yesterday, they came to me again—both of them: my mother and my mother-in-law.

My world shattered the day my husband, William, left me. He took all our savings to buy himself a flat

**A Diary Entry** “You have one month to leave my house!” declared my mother-in-law.

Our grandad, Alfred “Alfie” Thompson, was the rock of our big family at seventy.

My mother-in-law decided it was her right to set the rules in **my** house. I reminded her exactly who

I showed up at my son’s door with homemade food at seven in the morning, and he slammed it right in my face.

The mother-in-law comes over, plays with the child for a bit—then leaves, perfectly satisfied.

I’m 62, he’s 68. We’re getting divorced… After 35 years of marriage My name’s Margaret Elizabeth, and

My name is Margaret Wilson. My son Thomas was my whole world. We lived together in Manchester after he

My Mother-in-Law Went to Hospital “With Her Heart” and Came Back… With a Baby Jeremy and