>Not Just Drinking Alone

>People think I’m brave for living alone.  The fact of the matter is that I really have no alternative.  Well, no alternative that I prefer.  I could have a roommate and that would drastically cut down on the expenses, but having a roommate pretty much sucks.  I’d rather have a husband.

“Whose mess is that? Did you drink all my soda?  Whose car is in my parking spot?!? Can you please buy some freaking toilet paper?!?” An argument like that with a husband seems like it would be vastly different than with a mere roommate.

Living alone isn’t totally wonderful.  Yes, you have a lot of freedom and control, but when you come home, you are alone.  No one will be home in a few days, weeks, or months.  No one is there to ground you in reality when you wake from a nightmare.  No one is there to share your happiness when you finally get that picture hung up or when you fix the sink. 

It would be nice to have someone to come home to, someone with whom I could share a meal on a regular basis, someone who is just there.  I know living with someone isn’t just about expenses. If I must share expenses with someone who is not a husband or husband to be, then I’d rather live with family.  Now that I think about it, I’m lucky to have a great family.  There isn’t one person in my family I don’t trust.  Maybe that’s why I’m still single.  I have high standards because my family set them up that way for me.  That sounds better than just feeling clueless.

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