Eleanor Doyle

And so he went into rehab and I was at home with the kids and you'd ring him, then you'd have your phone call.

Yeah, food's great.

Yeah, we've meditated.

This morning was fine.

We went for a walk.

It was lovely.

And I'm at home, seven and a half stone.

Can't even eat.

My soul ripped out of my chest and three kids wondering where the father is.

And, you know, that's one thing I always am thankful for.

I never, ever, and to this day, I've never bad-mouthed them to the children.

I just said, look, you know, we're just trying to help them out and whatever.

And we used to go back there for family days and like, it was like looking back, I remember one Halloween going in with the kids in their little trick-or-treat outfits, like just trying everything and hoping.

And I was just totally, I didn't clue.

And I thought, God, he'll go in here now as if you go into the trolley which you're breaking your finger and you'll come out and he'll be assaulted.

So I was thinking, this is great.

In here, when he comes out, it'll be perfect.

So sure, I was delighted.

And then you'd have the meetings, the family meetings when you go back there and stuff.

And I was kind of listening to stuff and I kind of went, Jesus, like, all right, it's not a guarantee.