La vida

**Diary Entry** Last year was especially tough. As a single mum with three kids, I worked non-stop, counting

He called me just a hairdresser in front of his friends. I made sure he understood exactly how it felt

My married life lay in ruins. At 60, with my husband now 66, we stood on the brink of divorce.

Life in a quiet village near Sheffield had become an endless nightmare. I, Emily, had spent years living

I’m no nanny, and I’m no servant. At 62, I live in Manchester, and recently, my heart was shattered by

He called me just a hairdresser in front of all his friends. I made sure he knew exactly how humiliation felt.

Oh, he called me just a hairdresser in front of all his mates. Made sure he felt exactly how humiliating that is.

The fabric of my married life has unravelled. I am sixty, and my husband is sixty-six. Soon, we will divorce.

Betrayed by Love: How I Trusted a Younger Man and Ended Up Heartbroken My name is Margaret.

The lead-up to my sixtieth birthday had been filled with careful preparation. For weeks, I meticulously