Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry – 12th June** My son rented out our flat without even bothering to tell us. We gave him

In a small town near Manchester, where cobbled streets whisper tales of days gone by, my life at 27 is

“Not a penny until she dumps that layabout”: I told my daughter I won’t help her anymore

At forty-four, I found myself pregnant and single, utterly unsure of what to do next. I live alone now.

At forty-four, I found myself pregnant and single, utterly unsure of what to do next. I live alone now.

For my sixtieth birthday, I prepared with heart and nerves. A week before, I began stocking up on groceries

**Diary Entry – 12th May** My son told me I was tearing his family apart. All I did was ask his

For three years now, I’ve been trapped in what feels like an endless bad dream. It all began the day

I chose not to tell my husband I’d started earning more. He took offence, packed his bags, and left for

Right, here’s the story, but I’ve given it a proper English flavour—names, places, the lot.