As always, I enjoy your stories, Allison, but I must disagree with you on this point. It wasn’t until my 60s — having been married twice — that I decided that I’d be happier living by myself. And it wasn’t until I was comfortable by myself and enjoying my solitude, that I met and truly fell in love in a healthy relationship. In other words, for me it worked out against all odds and even against my wishes to live on my own. You might enjoy my story: