As a fellow divorcee, going on 9 years now, it only gets better, and then you get to the point where you are so in love with doing whatever you want, whenever you want, that you avoid men at all cost. Besides, ladies living beyond 100 swear it's because they avoided men.

Living along was the single best decision I have made. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make lunch while lip synching to David Bowie in my underpants.

The other day I ate tater tots with a fried egg on top for dinner.

You.

Exactly. I'm single, childfree and live alone/work at home. The social pariah trifecta. I just smile and nod when my married, child-rearing friends and family say pitying things. They can think what they want. My quiet introverted little self loves it.

You are living the dream. Well my dream anyway!! There's no happier place than pantsless on my couch watching Sister Wives and eating Starburst Favereds jelly beans. Easter Candy>other candy. Enjoy, from one Boston Terrier oving lady to another!

I dunno...I've been following the Gospel according to Meezer5 for almost a year now, following a breakup with a critical ex. The longer I'm independent, the less I ever want to live with a dude again.

Fistbump. Closing the door on a place that was all my own for the first time was exquisite.

I'm a straight guy and you sound like you could be my soulmate.

I'm still able to walk around without pants, but I miss afternoon masturbating.
Though really, nothing tops the ability to eat a friend egg on anything at any time without being judged.

You enjoy the fuck out of that! You deserve it!

I may have lived "on my own" (I do have flatmates) for too long—I forget how awesome masturbating whenever you want and eating absolute garbage because you're an adult and you can really is.

I don't understand men that have a problem with any of those behaviors. The ones that do, need a swift and hard kick to the balls.

I know the feeling. I went through a phase of looking at the Pottery Barn Teen catalog and planning my own imaginary hideaway. Don't ask me why PB Teen. It was just there.

YES. I was in your sitch about three years ago, and it was just... indescribable freedom and joy. :D You fucking celebrate and have a blast discovering yourself anew!

"tater tots with a fried egg" - that should be your 2016 tag line for the presidential race.

I've had such a terrible, miserable, depressing day and your comment is the one thing that has made me smile. Thank you.

Cook tots based on directions.

Yes!!! It's so fabulous living alone after getting away from a critical ex husband....I finally am in charge of the remote and not scrambling around cleaning everything so I don't get yelled at :) I paint until whenever I want and where I want....read until 3 am, indulge in Doctor Who marathons, eat pop tarts for…

You are living my dream. Damn diabetes!