I was happy in my new house. As long as I had company, that is. Anytime Christopher had to leave—even for 24 hours—I would dragoon someone into staying with me. It was embarrassing to feel so dependent. Plus, I was envious of my friends who relished their time alone (“Yay for me time!” one pal posted giddily on Facebook), as it offered ample opportunities for late-night wine swilling and assorted other guilty pleasures. For these reasons, I decided to try to shake off the bogeyman for good.
—From a piece I wrote for Real Simple a little while back. Click here to read the rest.