My name is Emily Carter. I’m forty-two years old, and I absolutely refuse to let my parents move in with me.
For as long as I’ve been married, I’ve tried to build a good relationship with my mother-in-law.
**Friday, 15th March – A Diary Entry** My name is Emily, and I’m thirty-six. I’ve been married for six
Her name was Emily, and at thirty-six, she’d spent the last six years married with three children.
**Diary Entry** I became close with my former son-in-law, but my daughter found out and declared war on me.
**Diary Entry** My name is Eleanor, and I’m thirty-six. Six years ago, I married and became a mother
**Diary Entry** “Let her live alone—maybe then she’ll realise what she’s lost. And don’t you worry
In the quiet town of Pinecrest, my life once brimmed with joy: a loving mother and father, a cosy home
From the very beginning of my marriage, I tried to build a good relationship with my mother-in-law.
“You’ve got a new son-in-law now, Mum! How could you do this to me?” shouted Emily