I was married for 30 years. Then, suddenly, I wasn’t. A legal, emotional, and psychological shitstorm ensued. I was one of six in an overcrowded house. That was followed by crash pads, dorms, roommates and barracks. The first time I found myself actually alone in an apartment, I was 53. I did not like it at all. It took me 10 difficult years to get used to it. I don’t think it is just something you wake up and decide to enjoy. And that “loneliness factor” never, ever really leaves.