I desperately loved my husband and I wanted to share everything together, and I thought that we were a very good team.

A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.

I went to the top lady, the Queen, sobbing and I said, ''What do I do? I'm coming to you, what do I do?''And she said, ''I don't know what you should do, Charles is hopeless''. And that was it, that was help.

I think when I came into marriage -- especially when you've had divorced parents like myself... You'd want to try even harder to make it work and you don't want to fall back into a pattern that you've seen happen in your own family. I desperately want it to work; I desperately love my husband and I wanted to share everything together. And I thought that we were a very good team.

I decline to go fox hunting (nor did she want her sons William and Harry to be involved in hunting).

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

My God. What's happened?