Our DC left for Uni about a decade ago, and never came back. Well, they did during the holidays and came back to live with us for about 5-6 months, (when their degree finished,) but they wanted their independence from us, and both left home. One went into a flat share with 2 mates, and the other moved in with their partner. This was aged 21-22. They never returned 'home.'
DH worked full time then, and I worked 3 days a week as I have done for about 2 decades. And we had had the DC at home for 21-22 years of course.
Not too long after our DC left for good, we went into the covid lockdowns, and DH was furloughed. SIX MONTHS he was off. March 2020 to September 2020. And then he was furloughed AGAIN from January 2021 to July 2021. ANOTHER SIX MONTHS!!! He drove me absolutely fucking batshit. He was just there all the time, always hanging around me, asking questions, following me around from room to room, commenting on everything, waking early, going to bed late, I had no reprieve.
It was just him and me and no kids at home. It was quite stressful for me. He loved it though, and wished he never had to go back to work. He kept thinking of ways he could stop working and never go back, and wished he could retire in his early to mid 50s!
He thought it would be perfect if we were together 24/7! I actually said 'I would not cope if we were together all the time!' He said why?' with a sad face. >>>>>>
I said 'familiarity breeds contempt. I wouldn't want to be with ANYone 24/7, it would drive me out of my mind!' I also said 'where is your money coming from for the next 13-14 years if you retire?!' He said 'we would cope.' I said 'no, we bloody wouldn't!!!' Thankfully, he went back!!!
I was not furloughed, as I could work from home, and it became so difficult having him at home, that I had to shut myself in my bedroom to work, as he couldn't stop himself talking, and asking questions because he was so bored, and he never saw or spoke to anyone else. (We've had separate bedrooms since 10 years into our marriage because of his snoring...) I also had to go to my room to watch anything I wanted on TV in peace, and pretended I was going to bed at 9pm. I don't know how I would have coped if I didn't have my own bedroom. (And our garden.)
For the last few years - even when he was working 5 days a week, he's not had any friends and zero hobbies and his world is very small. (He now works 9.30am to 4pm, 3 days one week/4 days the next-he went part time after covid.) He has a couple of work colleagues who he gets on with OK, but that's it. No friends, no social life, no other family except me and our 2 DC. So he depends on me emotionally and it can be exhausting some days.
I am dreading him retiring. He will literally never leave the house. I will have to cross that bridge when I come to it! I can see myself spending quite a lot of time away from the house!