La vida

**Diary Entry, 12th November 2023** My husband and I denied ourselves everything just so our daughters

**Diary Entry** My son rented out our flat without even bothering to tell us. We gave him everything

My name is Margaret Whitmore. I’m sixty-three years old. All my life, I’ve tried to be a decent mother

My son rented out our flat without even bothering to tell us. We gave him everything, and now we’ve been

My son rented out our flat without even bothering to tell us. We gave him everything, and now we’re left

**Monday, 15th April** Life has a cruel way of striking when you least expect it, doesn’t it?

My life turned upside down—not the day my husband and I adopted a rescue dog, and not even when I found

“Not a penny from us until she ditches that layabout,” I told my daughter, cutting off the

**Diary Entry** I won’t send my mum to a care home—because she doesn’t deserve that ending.

“Not a penny more until she divorces him,” I told my daughter—no more help while that layabout