Well, I was just in my second or third month of medical school, and my husband left me. It was the first time that I was alone. I didn't know how to act, who to be, or who I really was.
I came from a big family; there were 7 kids in the house. Then I ran away when I was 16, and lived with my boyfriend until we got married on the day I turned 18. We had been together now for 9 years, and now I was 25. I don't think I had ever spent a day by myself in my whole entire life. Honestly, I couldn't turn on the radio without wondering what kind of music "I" really liked.