...and fixing things. That's it.
I think I could be happy with no lifelong partner but just a few men in my life to help me out with the practical stuff and the sex.
They are the only two things I miss about not being in a relationship.
I have plenty of friends for the companionship, having a laugh, doing stuff like meals out, cinema, etc. I have dc and family I see regularly and am very close to.
The thought of sharing my home with someone, even just the staying over, all the compromising, putting up with what they want to watch on the tv, their fussy eating habits, their toilet habits, ugh, it really puts me off. The thought of sharing a bed with a man for a whole night, morning breath, stale farts, alcohol fumes, flabby bodies, hair and sweat, smelly socks, makes me feel sick. I am not exaggerating.
Does anyone feel the same way or is there something wrong with me?