It all depends on how you grew up, I guess. I didn't want to be dependent on a husband or my parents so I started working the day I turned 18 when my parents could no longer forbid me to work. I then got married to escape living with parents. I eventually left the first husband and lived on my own for the first time. I loved it! It took me over 10 years to decide to marry again and share a home with someone. I was quite happily living by myself. I don't get lonely, I get busy and sometimes I am happy to just enjoy a quiet evening doing nothing but being lazy. But I got married again, had a child and then got divorced and DD claims she's not leaving. I guess life is just too good living with me and I don't make her do enough chores to drive her away.