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A Home Without Welcome: When Mother Turned the House Into a Battlefield The flat where we were no longer

I was shuffling home late on a damp Thursday, absolutely knackered you know how it feels when every patient

Mabel raises her son alone. She divorces his father right after the birth when she discovers he is a

**Diary Entry 12th November** This isnt some fleeting affair, Victoria. For seventeen years, Ive lived

**Diary Entry** My daughter-in-law asked me to keep my distanceyet suddenly, it was she who called for help.

I was trudging home that night, absolutely wrecked you know how in the winter it feels like everyone

Emma turned the key and froze: three fluffy strangers were perched on the doorstep. It was that relentless

That night I forced my son and daughterinlaw out of the house and took their keys; the moment had arrived

I often think back to that winter in the little village of Brookfield, when my mother, Margaret Whitmore

My daughter-in-law asked me to keep my distancebut then she called me out of the blue for help.