I’d hit rock bottom.
Life can t get any worse, I thought. Social Services had just taken away my four kids, all aged under 6, because my partner was violent.
I felt trapped, too scared to leave.
But when social workers stepped in, I was distraught.
I loved my kids and wanted more than anything to be a good mum.
‘I’m going to fight to get the kids back,’ I promised my mum Lorraine, 50.
Summoning every ounce of courage, I left my partner.
Changed my number, moved home.
But, with no job, I ended up living in a caravan in my sister Nikki’s back garden.
I wasn’t in a position to support my children.
Mum was given custody of all four of them at first.
‘I just need time…
