August 12, 2022

The Fall-out of Alice Evans’s Divorce

Alice Evans’ heartbreaking account is a candid reflection on one woman’s experience with divorce in the age of social media.

From the moment Alice announces her split with actor Ioan Gruffudd, it becomes clear that her former husband’s vast army of online fans will not be swayed by anything positive Alice may want to say about their once very private lives.

I’m in my car when I get a text from him saying he wants out. Suddenly my life is shattered. I am heart broken. I feel dead…

He is the father of my children and I love him, but this man doesn’t exist any more.

It’s 1986 and we are both drama students at the University of Wales in Aberystwyth. We first lock eyes during a workshop on accents for actors, where he is playing the role of the Welsh nationalist Dic Penderyn.

Almost immediately, I feel overcome with desperation to tear his clothes off, but it’s something I don’t tell him for a while because he is so beautiful and aloof.

Before long we are an item and on graduation day, after weeks spent sweating over scripts in the Bute Street digs we share, we elope to Paris with £100 and a suitcase each.

At the age of 24 I give birth to our first child, Ella Betsi Janet…we call her Ella Boo…

For me, happily-ever-after meant staying home in the Golders Green house I’d decorated when pregnant with our second child, inspiring Ella and one day giving birth to a son.

From the moment Alice announces her split with actor Ioan Gruffudd, it becomes clear that her former husband’s vast army of online fans will not be swayed by anything positive Alice may want to say about their once very private lives.

In the past, my husband and I have used Twitter to connect with fans of our work, but since news broke of our separation, we’ve had to use social media to get through one day at a time. It’s been exhausting and confusing, but it has also taught me that some people are not as evolved as I thought. Stalking is the term used for observing, usually from a distance, without the stalkers’ presence being known or affirmed by their victims.

For our family though, it has been torture. It started with bits of information about me being dropped into conversations so that I would find out via Twitter what was being said. Soon after, photographs of my home and children were found online by people who had put the images together with details of private conversations I’d had on social media.

My personal phone number was illegally accessed and released to the tabloid press, along with text messages between me and my husband during a difficult time in our marriage…