La vida

**Diary Entry – 12th March** I can’t bear living with my husband’s grandmother any longer. It’s absolute torture.

**Diary Entry** For six years, Emma and I scrimped and saved, denying ourselves almost everything, just

I’ve been looked down on my whole life, and now they expect me to care for my sick mother. My name’s Emily.

I never dreamed that my husband’s daughter from his first marriage would become like my own.

**Diary Entry – 18th March** My son won’t speak to me anymore… and I don’t know when he became a stranger to me.

“Why wasn’t I invited?”— my mother-in-law pouts, and I’m left torn between guilt and irritation.

Living with my husband’s grandmother is absolute purgatory! Sometimes I swear we’re not in a flat but

I can’t stand living with my husband’s grandmother any longer. It’s absolute torture! Sometimes it feels

“It’s fine, there’s still time to find my son a proper girl!” declared the mother-in-law.

After eight years of marriage, I, Emily, finally shook off the shackles of the stereotypes that my mum