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No good story is complete without love. Eight-year-old Emily walked home from school when an overwhelming

**Diary Entry 15th October** “You dont get to decide where my son lives,” my ex-wife snapped

“A Kingdom for a Grandchild” “Any chance of a baby yet?” “Not yet, Margaret,”

Jealousy Destroyed Me: When I Saw My Wife Step Out of Another Mans Car, I Lost Control and Ruined My

**A Quiet Word for Grandad** “Flat? What do you mean your flat?” “Mum, the one Grandad left me.

Two Years in Silence: She Erased Me from Her Life as I Near Seventy Two years had slipped by without a word.

“Sorry, Mum: No More VisitsNot Today, Tomorrow, or Next Year” “No, Mum. You wont be

No Joy Without Struggle What on earth have you got yourself into, you foolish girl? Wholl want you now