Cyrus Hargrave

“Not a single pound until she divorces him”—that’s what I told my daughter. I won’t help her anymore

At forty-four, I discovered I was pregnant—alone, bewildered, suspended between dread and something like wonder.

**Diary Entry** My son told me I was tearing his family apart. All I did was ask his wife to wash her

**Diary Entry** Preparing for my sixtieth birthday, I poured my heart into every detail. A week before

For three long years, I’ve been trapped in a nightmare that refuses to end. It all began the day my son

**Diary Entry** I made the choice not to tell my husband about my pay rise. He took offence, packed his

The in-laws at the engagement kept going on about how our lad was moving into absolute luxury—but their

Now I’m seventy. Lonely as a church mouse. A burden to my own daughter. “Darling, could you come

In a small town near Norwich, where quaint cottages nestle among blooming gardens, my life at 60 has

Yesterday at 7 a.m., the doorbell rang—another unwelcome invasion by my mother-in-law and her nephew.