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The moment Oliver said he was leaving, the world seemed to tilt beneath me. He wasnt just walking away

**Diary Entry** “Lena! Len!” A lad on a bike shouts under the window of a five-storey block

**Diary Entry 20th June** *”Clear out the flatI’m getting married, and well be living here,”

My Neighbour Told Me to Stop Cooking Pongy FoodThen Things Got Personal Id just moved into a new flat

The woman peered into the bag and recoiled in horror at what lay inside. The boy gazed out the window

**Diary Entry 15th October** My wife and I were meant to be a united front when our first child arrived

**Diary Entry** Its bad. So bad it stings, stings so deep it aches, aches so much its unfair.

**Diary Entry 15th May, 2024** Your place is in the kitchen, my husband declared in front of his parents

“Lena, Leen!” A boy with a bicycle stands beneath the five-story block of flats, craning

**Diary Entry** At sixty-five, Edward thought his lifes tale was already written. His wife of forty years