Early Life
Rachel Manger was the daughter of Helen Woodier and Barry Manger, who separated when she was a teenager. She had two younger sisters, Jennifer and Hannah. She came from Leicestershire, where she was a student at Lutterworth Grammar School, worked as a hairdresser, and enjoyed going to fun fairs. At the age of 16, she met fairground worker Craig Hudson at a fun fair in Nottingham, and married him a few months later, in November 2002. Her mother tried to stop the marriage, and refused to go to the wedding, considering the family "evil". She had a child from a previous relationship, and would have a son with Craig.
By February 2003, she was working at the Highfields Nursing Home in Bulwell, and living with the Hudson family, on Overdale Road, in the Stockhill area of Nottingham. Co-worker Penny Taylor described her as changing from "outgoing, talkative" to "quiet and unforthcoming".
The house was overcrowded, and she and her husband moved several times, first in December 2003 to Goverton Square, Bulwell, then, after complaining to the Nottingham City Council that they were still being harassed by their overbearing family, to temporary accommodation in St Anns, Nottingham. The family reported them missing so the police would reveal their address; Craig applied to be re-housed in Lincolnshire to escape the family's influence, but that application was rejected. When no permanent place became available, the Hudsons moved back to the family home in Stockhill, where the violence towards her began.
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