With the exception of a brief stint in college and an even briefer stint after college, I have pretty much lived alone for my adult life. In the beginning it was a little lonely and when I bought my house, kinda scary thinking about all the ways someone could break in and hurt/maim/kill me. But after a while, for better or worse, I got used to it. In the last few years I've even grown to enjoy having the house to myself whenever I want (with the exception of the kitties and puppy).
Living alone definitely has its advantages. For someone with control issues, it can be perfect. Sure, I'm the one that has to pay all the bills, but I know that the bills get paid every month. If I insist that the clothes in my closet be color-coded when I put them away, I can do that. If I want to leave a few dirty dishes in the sink (rinsed out, of course), I can do that. After all, I probably use less than one cup and plate a day since I rarely cook. If I want to stay up late, I can do that. ...and unfortunately I do all too often. I must admit that I never close the door when I pee and rarely when I shower. Who's gonna barge in? I often burp without saying "excuse me", cough without covering my mouth and fart without shame. (Don't judge.) I've been known to eat peanut butter straight out of the jar, milk out of the jug and chips straight out of the bag. (You know you would if you could too.) Yes, living alone is the epitome of freedom and the American Dream.
There's gotta be a service for that, right?