Everybody Has Problems. Everyone Has Issues.

I Think We Identify Ourselves By Labels Or Things That We Are Able To Do: I Am This. I Am A Good Cook. I Am A Good Mother. I Am A Good This. I Am A Good Doctor. I Am A Good Lawyer. When You Can’t Do Those Things Anymore, You Wonder Where Your Identity Is.

I Am The Granddaughter Of A Welsh Coal Miner Who Was Determined That His Kids Get Out Of The Mines. My Dad Got His First Job When He Was Six Years Old, In A Little Village In Wales Called Nantyffyllon, Cleaning Bottles At The Colliers Arms.

I Know For Certain People I'm Championing A Struggle That They're Going Through.

They Were Not Easy Years. You Have To Understand, I Was Raised In A Lovely Neighborhood, As Was Mitt, And At Byu, We Moved Into A $62-a-month Basement Apartment With A Cement Floor And Lived There Two Years As Students With No Income... Neither One Of Us Had A Job, Because Mitt Had Enough Of An Investment From Stock That We Could Sell Off A Little At A Time.

A Storybook Marriage? No, Not At All. What Mitt Romney And I Have Is A Real Marriage.