**15th May, 2024** Emma and James were finishing supper when the front door swung open, and his motherMargaretburst
“You’ve got problems, little sisterthis isnt your flat.” My aunt, my mothers sister
**Diary Entry** Mum lives off my moneythose words chilled me to the bone. Mum is a burdenI still remember
The phone buzzed in her hand, the screen lighting up with a notification. *”Thanks, Johnny!
Listen, mate your fatherinlaw said it straight to Tom, We took you into the family, we treat you like
“Well then, master, lets move to the new place. Youll live with mejust a one-bedroom flat, mind
I want a divorce, she whispers, turning her gaze away. It is a chilly evening in London as Harriet quietly
Ive reached my breaking point: Why my wifes daughter will never set foot in our home again Im James