To ask if you’ve lived alone did you struggle

I loved living on my own. Whole house to myself, not having to please anyone else except my DD. Not compromising on anything. I now live with DP who is chilled and easy to live with but I miss it.

I'm a single parent to teens with a long term but not co-habiting partner. I bloody love it when the kids are away for a week and the house is silent, tidy and i can please myself. In theory DP and I will move in together eventually but part of me would like to just keep things as they are once my kids have gone. I love the autonomy.

I hate even being alone over night. I get irrationally scared of every noise. I'm a keep the TV on for company person.

I'm also quite introverted and would find it hard living with flatmates etc so it's a bit of a stupid combo.

I thought I would love living by myself when I moved out of flatshare in my twenties but I hated it. It didn’t help that I regretted the tiny flat I bought. It had a combined living room/ kitchen that I didn’t like. But I also just got lonely.

I was happiest when I was living with someone I loved. That was brilliant.

A lot ( not all) of the ‘love it’ posts seem to be from people who are naturally solitary or who have bad experiences of living with a man.

I absolutely hated the guts out of it. Was desperately unhappy and think that "if you're not happy single you'll be unhappy in a relationship " is the biggest lie in the world.

Absolutely loathed every minute aspect of it.

I like living on my own and pleasing myself. If there’s anything I can’t manage physically though I have to pay for help so having just a bit more money would make life easier. Emotionally it’s great, I don’t want to have to compromise all the time again.

I’ve lived alone since I was 21, I’m almost 47 now. I love it, there is no way I’d live with someone else. The peace and solitude are blissful.

When I lived with my ex, I was the one that had the physical strength to open those pesky jars.

Not to put men down for not being strong, but it does make me smile now I live without a partner and assemble furniture and move heavy things by myself as I know he wouldn't/couldn't help me anyway! He was horrible so I think it's fair.

I lived alone in my 20s. I bought my first house at 25 and lived a great single life for 3-4yrs until I met my DH. He had his own place but was doing it up and it had no central heating. He gradually moved in with me over one winter. He spent more and more time at my place as the temperature dropped. He was rebuilding a motorbike in his front room which he was still renovating. Once he’d finished the bike we decorated the front room, sold his house then he moved into my place for 6mnths until we bought our current house together.
Having lived happily on my own our gradual integration was ideal. We learned to live together before committing.

Having lived on my own I don’t fear being on my own again. Although whenever I’ve attempted it someone always seems to want to move in.
I lived in a big student house at uni and on graduation really wanted my own space. I found a lovely little terraced rental but within 6 months of moving in one of my ex housemates changed jobs to one just round the corner from where I was living and asked to move into my spare room. Soon after she was joined by another friend who needed a place.
I suspect if I end up living alone in the future there will be someone wanting to crash in my spare room. I’m hoping my DSis buys a house with an annex so I can move into with her. We always envisioned being little old ladies together. I have no intention of living with my DS. I love him to bits but I have no desire to be one of those mums. I’m more than happy to live in care when I’m too old to look after myself.
I suspect, despite being totally happy with my own company I’m likely to never really enjoy it again.

I've lived alone all my adult life, apart from 18 months with a partner.

I say I live alone, but I do have a child - but it's not like I share daily woes etc with him!!

I find that if my mental health is good then I'm perfectly content. However I'm currently really stressed and would love someone here just to reassure me or distract me...so i wouldnt be posting here at 2am!

I worry a bit about when my child flies the nest. My friends have their own lives and can go months without getting in touch. I guess I'll have to seek out company, but can't see me living with anyone again.

I'm not convinced I'm great to live with. I like my own space and get irritated by all sorts of things

I don't sleep well in an empty house, other than that I liked it.

Different context, but your mention of breaking bones just made me think about how much I'd have struggled after fracturing my shoulder in two places a couple of years ago, if I'd been living alone at the time. I could hardly do anything for myself, not only because of being in a sling but also because the pain was off the scale. All I could really manage to do on my own was a one-handed (and fairly inadequate) wash at the sink, cleaning my teeth, going to the loo (required some contortions, but like heck was I asking DH for help with that!) and parts of getting dressed. For everything else I either needed DH physically helping me, or hovering to make sure I didn't fall again. No different to anyone else who's broken bones, I'm sure, but as someone who really doesn't like being hovered and fussed over, or having to ask for things to be done for me, it was peculiarly humbling and gave me a new gratitude for mostly having a body that works properly.

The time I lived in my own, for 3 years, in a tiny studio flat above a pizza shop, was hands down the calmest, happiest most fulfilled time of my life.

(Not just because of the pizza shop)

I couldn’t really entirely afford the rent, it was a huge stretch and financially stressful and possibly unwise - but I just couldn’t cope with flatsharing anymore.

I Ioved cooking for myself and not having to cater to anyone else’s tastes or listen to their tedious feedback on how I could improve on the recipe next time.

I loved deciding how to spend the day when I woke up by myself on a weekend morning.

It was absolute fucking bliss.

In the time I lived there I had 2 boyfriends (not simultaneously) who couldn’t understand why I wasn’t desperate to move in with them. But there was just so much I’d have been giving up! I knew that in my gut even then, before DC.

I don’t know what got into me that I decided to shack up with my next love interest. It’s been endless compromise and drudgery ever since.

Fucking hormones.

Felt lonely at times
Been with DW 20years ,if anything happened to her I would stay on my own.

I struggle a lot more living with other people, tbh. I loved living alone when I was single. I'm married now and I love my husband, but I'm solitary by nature and find living with people, even DH, a constant compromise.

I'd never had the opportunity to live alone until my dear Mum died 15 months ago. We lived together in her house for 17 years, which was great, but I really need a lot of time on my own as I feel beholden to others most of the time. I've never been lonely in my life and I only get bored if I'm with people I find boring.

I've got a friend lodging with me temporarily while she's between properties and I'm finding it really hard.

We almost had a tiff because I wasn't keen on her enormous metal spoon rest on my tiny kitchen counter. In her previous vast kitchen it was always piled high with used teabags. My bin is right there next to my kettle.

I have a very low threshold for coping with these minor issues 😄

And me.

Same here.

No.

I’ve lived alone for about 10 years now & would / could never go back to sharing with anyone except my cat.

I’ve got a busy social life but love being able to close the front door & know it’s just us.

End of the teaspoon and just prop it open. Never need a strong arm again!

I loved living alone. Yes, I struggled with meeting all the costs of doing so the actual act of living on my own was fantastic.

That does remind me of coming home from work to my last house. Dumped my bag, went to go upstairs and no joke this huge spider was sat LOOKING at me. I’m not usually scared of them!
I had to find a random neighbour I had never met and beg them to remove it. He ended up using an ice cream box as it was too big for a pint glass and all his kids came to marvel at this bloody spider

I’ve never lived with anyone except my parents and in halls so no, it’s what I’m used to

I am lone adult householder for 20+ years now
Adult DS still lives here and contributes a lot but I don’t want to stop him saving to move out either