I've gotten used to living alone and even find it enjoyable. No bitching, no crying walk around in a Ronald McDonald suit if I fucking want to. I come home and Homer is there to greet me with today's messages.
Hell, I even gave up on outside communication for the most part. No phone anywhere. Need me? Email me and wait. Am I becoming a hermit? Yes. Am I happier? Yes. Thorough must have thrown a party every day.
Will someone please come eat with me now? Maybe we could go see a movie?