There are many times when I think I would have rather died with my husband. It would have been pleasanter, simpler. But it would have been worse for the children and the family in general.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wasn't interested in having children of my own. I know what would have happened - I'd have been left at home to look after the kids, and my career would have been over while my husband travelled the world.
We all had lots of stories of our sad experiences - they mourned the death of my wife with me - but we were hopeful that the children would return.
I'd had to cope with a lot of death and illness in my family from a young age, and that maybe gave me a bleak outlook on the world.
One of the things I would have loved to have had was a family that worked better together, although I love my mother and father to bits.
I think I would have died if there hadn't been the women's movement. It gave me a vision that I could do something different, and it gave me an understanding that I wasn't a monster, or sport, or a betrayer of my family.
I had a husband who stayed with me, and small children, and I had no choice but to pull myself together and rebuild a different kind of life. There was no other choice.
I would not have done much differently, but I would have loved to have done everything better. The truth is, I think I was just getting warmed up when the era ended.
My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.
I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?
Having children showed me a whole different kind of love that I had never known. It was something that had always been missing. Complete love. I would die for them.