Dear Diary, Sometimes I look back at my life and marvel at how much has happened since I was fifteen.
I was handed over to an old man for a few pounds, as if I were an unwanted burden, easily cast aside.
Youre fifty now. Who on earth would want you? my husband used to chuckle. But I decided to find out for myself.
Ten years of marriage: is that a long time, or not at all? That’s how long Sarah had spent with Adam.
My husband grew up in a cheerful and loving family. Sadly, when his father was 57, his wife passed away.
Diary Entry 18th October Back in secondary school, I was the terror of the playground. My name is Alexander.
The only thing I connect with my father are arguments, shouting matches, and rows. We grew up struggling
You know, people used to think you had to get married just once and stick it out for the rest of your
Every man has his own secrets. Some might sneak a tenner into an old sock. Some will tell white lies
I used to steal his lunch, just to embarrass him… until the day I read a note from his mother