In 2009 I moved in with my then fiancee and we lasted a few weeks, arguing constantly before we split in very acrimonious circumstances (long story but we worked for the same company managing council housing and she claimed she had left me due to DV so that she could get a flat ASAP, caused me a load of shit, etc) and for the past 10 years I have lived alone and bloody loved it and thought that I would do for the rest of my life despite getting together with a wonderful lady in 2013 (we actually first met in 2010), 6 years later we are still going strong and in October, at the ripe old age of 48 I took the plunge and moved in with her. I thought I would struggle living with someone again and not having my free life any more but you know what? I am loving it and am really happy, we get on so well and its all so comfortable!