I Must Be Losing My Mind

Rosalind thought she did a pretty good job handling growing up with her teenage parents, all things considered. But since neither Julian nor Izzy had been interested in anyone romantically until now (Izzy occasionally thinking someone was handsome but never acting on it wasn't too difficult to handle), she was having a hard time trying to be a supportive friend while simultaneously freaking out. 

She tried telling herself that this wouldn't change the future. That her mother probably had boyfriends before she met her father. That going on a handful of dates with someone as an eighteen-year-old college freshman would not decide the course of her life. 

It didn't always work. She was totally panicking and couldn't even tell anyone about it because of the unbelievable reason behind it.