My entire adult life I lived alone. I never felt lonely. I had meaningful and wonderful relationships and fell in and out of love with many. But I never lived with anyone until the last 15 years. What I learned was that it made me resentful and lonely. I felt tricked. By society and the culture and magazines and advertising and tv. I don’t like to ask permission or make compromises about what I don’t care to compromise, like how I live and where I live. I makes me weak to capitulate. And such a tiresome waste of precious time. I find a great deal of pleasure in creating my own space, and doing my own thing without asking. It makes me strong and confident. A much better choice for me.