**What About Me? Am I the Odd One Out?** “I can’t take this anymore. Goodbye, Nicholas,”
On a quiet Saturday morning, Emily dropped her son Oliver off at her parents house, arranging for him
I never imagined the man I lovedthe father of my childwould ever stare me in the eye and question whether
**Diary Entry – 12th November** “Your place is at my feet, servant!” my mother-in-law
“Dad… that waitress looks like Mum.” Rain streaked the café windows that dreary Saturday
He walked into our house with a young woman and announced, Shes in charge here now. I just nodded and
“Mrs. Davenport, have you completely lost the plot? This is a prom, not the Mardi Gras!”
“Gail keeps praising your house. I want to see where youve wasted so much money,”
My mother-in-law always called me a “country bumpkin.” She was lost for words when she met
When can we move into your new house? the in-laws asked bluntly. Sorry? Emily tensed. Well, since youve









