I think I always was a loner, but felt that there was something wrong with it. I got married too young to a man who was too young, and got out of it before it was too late. I went on, happy in my singularity but felt again that there was something wrong, and soon got involved with another one. Unless the First who needed to know my dreams, this one didn't know anything about me, and I kept it like that, so the separation was a matter of degrees. When I moved out it wasn't even a matter worthy of discussion, for I had mentally never moved in. I think many women reach a stage where they recognise they don't need a man, but have one because it is 'expected' or because their careers or social interaction require some connection to some male person. Having decided, finally, that I want to live alone I can do all those nice things for myself I would of felt too selfish to do when I lived with another. I cook what I want, how I want, and don't cheat myself. Don't buy the cheapest on sale, but by the best or the one I like the best. I think too many women who live alone treat themselves as if they don't deserve the trouble. As if, 'it's ONLY for me' instead of It is For Me!"