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eating tasks, munching on grubs and cockroaches, though I spatout the fish eye and drew the line at chewing down a kangaroo’s testicle!
    I felt drained by these daily ordeals, as if the public were bent on torturing and punishing me. Of course I’d expected to do some bush-tucker trials when I went in, but had never imagined it would be so relentless. By the time I was voted to do the seventh trial in a row I couldn’t take any more. I walked off the show. I’m usually up for anything but I don’t think I was physically or mentally prepared for doing so many gruelling tasks on top of a year where my marriage had ended and I’d endured such a public mauling by the press.
    I was looking forward to being reunited with Alex in Australia and my kids in the UK. I certainly needed one of Alex’s cuddles after what I’d been through. But he wasn’t there to meet me. Instead I was met by my good friend Michelle Heaton, who told me that it appeared Alex had been selling stories while I was away and, to cap it all, there had been a front-page story in one tabloid that he was flying out to Australia to propose to me. I had told Alex categorically that I didn’t want him to talk about me in the press, that we would be finished if he ever did. I felt as if he had completely betrayed my trust. On top of everything else … this . I didn’t know how much more I could take.
    ‘We’re over,’ I told him on the phone. I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say; I was so angry and hurt. When I was interviewed by Ant and Dec on ITV, I told them that Alex and I were no longer together. But laterI agreed to meet up with him. Alex denied selling any stories, talked me round, and charmed me. I wanted to believe him; I thought I loved him. I didn’t want our relationship to be over so I accepted his explanation. No one around me believed him, though. They all thought I was crazy to take him back. I know what I’m like, and when I’m in a relationship I want it to work; I try my hardest to make it work. I always want to believe in that fairy-tale, happy-ever-after ending, and when there are problems I try and find excuses for situations. And when there’s been a problem, afterwards I think, Oh, it’s all right now. Things will get better. That’s definitely what I thought back then with Alex. Things will get better. And they did for a while … for a few months after that we had great times.
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    Although I had made it clear from the start with Alex that I didn’t want a relationship with someone in the public eye, he kept pushing me, saying he wanted to do an interview or go on such and such a show. As much as I didn’t want him to, I knew I couldn’t stop him. I warned him that if he started doing interviews with the press then they would be on his case even more than they already were. But then he was offered the chance to appear on Celebrity Big Brother. The press had written so much rubbish about our relationship, and about us, that I thought it would be good for the public to see what Alex was really like. I knew that he wouldn’tdress up as Roxanne on-screen and thought that he would come across really well. So my management negotiated a good deal for him to appear on the show – around a hundred and fifty grand.
    Sure enough, Alex impressed everyone with his appearance. He came across as a genuinely lovely guy. Everyone on the show got on with him, and the public obviously liked him because they voted for him to win – the same public who had booed him when he had gone into the house. I missed him so much it was ridiculous! I pined for him so badly, I would be glued to the TV in the evenings and couldn’t go to sleep until I knew he was tucked up in bed. I realised then that I definitely wanted to marry him, and as soon as I possibly could.
    When he came out of the house he was greeted by a cheering crowd. ‘I’m a man in love!’ he told them. ‘I love Katie Price!’ The cheers changed to boos when he