Everybody knew about the bulimia in the family. And they all blamed the failure of the marriage on the bulimia and it's taken them time to think differently. I said I was rejected, I didn't think I was good enough for this family, so I took it out on myself. I could have gone to alcohol. I could have been anorexic. I chose to hurt myself instead of hurting all of you.

My husband asked for the separation and I supported it. We had struggled to keep it going, but obviously we'd both run out of steam.

I'd like to be queen of people's hearts.

Everywhere I go I smell fresh paint.

It is a weakness that I lead from my heart, and not my head?

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.