La vida

The first day of winter started rather poorly. Tina had to work, but the weather was dreadful.

“I can live in your house for one simple reason: I gave birth to you!”: I don’t want her

**A Husband, Not a Coat Stand** —You bought the wrong bread again. I specifically asked for plain, no

“You’re my husband, not a piece of furniture.” “You bought the wrong bread again.

**Diary Entry – 12th June** My grandmother lives with my aunt in a three-bedroom flat in Manchester.

**One-Way Road** *— Maybe you’ll start ironing his boxers next? Socks, eh? He’s a grown man, for heaven’s sake!

**”What’s It to You?”** “You call *me* heartless? *Me?* You’re the one who forgot about

**Diary Entry** Mum never hesitates to send me angry messages filled with bile. I’ve blocked countless

My nan listened to my aunt and threw me and my husband out of the flat. That first night, we had to sleep

“You’re not a piece of furniture, you’re my husband.” —You bought the wrong bread again.