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The second spring of my life Penelope and her husband Arthur were married for twentysix years.

Dear Diary, Today I found myself recalling the words my grandmother, Mrs. Edith Whitmore, used to whisper

Give me your daughter, and Ill keep quiet. Sorry, I missed it, be a decent man, Ian, dont ruin me What

My son is no good at all nothing worthwhile will ever come of him! Margaret froze in the doorway, almost

The shadows grew long and deep as the bus, having completed its daily journey from the dusty, noisy city

Bitterness swelled in the young womans heart. Andrew slowly shut the flat door, heaved a sigh, and sank

«You’ll be cooking for my sister’s family too,» her husband said in that tonethe

**Diary Entry 12th June** The day my husband threw me out was the lowest point of my life. I never imagined

Women were made to endure, the husband mused as he rode roughshod over his patient wife. But one day

By the time he turned sixty, Cliff was filled with regret over the mistakes of his youth. Lately, memories