La vida
My husband thinks only of himself. He devours anything in sight, not even sparing our child.
He left me sitting alone at a beautifully set table and ran off to toast his friends in the garage.
I remember the night I stepped into the delivery suite at StThomas Hospital, curious to watch the fetal
As if! My would-be suitor thought he could move into my flat and live off my hard-earned pennies.
Ever since I was a young girl, my parents always told me that nobody needed me and that I was good for nothing.
Right, so picture this: Emilys standing bang in the middle of her bedroom, absolutely fuming, hand shaking
The fortuneteller curses me What now, you scoundrel? the lady of the cosy cottage hurls at me a sharp
Natalie, its been five years since you left. You never cared about how I was living, or what became of me.
Everything Happens for the Best Margaret Wallacemother to Evelynmoulded her daughter in her own image
Natalie, its been five years since you left. You never cared about how I was living, or what became of me.









