Author: Walton Merritt

My husband said he could manage without me, but I couldn’t without him. Well, we’ll see about that.

**Diary Entry – 18th March** My son won’t speak to me anymore… and I don’t know when he became a stranger to me.

“Don’t worry, there’s still time to find my son a proper girl!” declared the mother-in-law.

**Diary Entry** Olive went into labour unexpectedly—premature, in her eighth month. The doctors acted

The bitterness rests heavily on my heart, not at my children—no—but at myself for how I raised them.

Sometimes it feels like I’m not living in reality but in some absurd theatre play. My son, a grown man

We had to change the locks to stop my mother-in-law from taking over our flat. My husband and I have

**Diary Entry** Years ago, we finally fulfilled our long-held dream—we moved into a spacious three-bedroom flat.

So, my mother-in-law got all upset because we refused to take her student son in. My husband and I have

In the heart of the Yorkshire Dales, where snow-laden pines stood sentinel over a quiet village, a lone