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No ones going to eat your pasties, hissed my mother-in-law. A year later, she saw the queue outside my

My parents urged me to be patient when I confessed I didnt love Sarah, insisting I should wait.

Arthur Whitmore hadnt felt right since morning. His head spun strangely, and every now and then, his

**Diary Entry** I never thought my own sister would humiliate me in front of everyone at her wedding.

“How can you not see?” her husband slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “

I stand at the door of my own home in Manchester, clutching the key that no longer fits the new lock

**Diary Entry** The restaurant was bathed in soft candlelight, the scent of roses mingling with the hum

*”A HUSBAND WORTH MORE THAN BITTER REGRETS”* *”Ian, that was the last straw! We’

**Why Should I Give You My Flat?** It was Evelyn Whitmores milestone birthday. She had bustled about

**October 23rd, 1987** Last night, my own son threw me out of the housethe very home Id lived in for