La vida

“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.

**Diary Entry – 16th March** What on earth do you need all this for? “You’re calling *me* heartless?

**Katie** George hurried out of the flat and made his way to the bakery. He needed to get there before

“Mum berates me for not helping care for my sick brother”: After finishing sixth form, I