Solitude: A Choice or Burden?

I simply want to live alone, no matter who it is. I desire the freedom to come and go as I please, to leave the door open when I shower or use the restroom, unconcerned by the presence of others. The thought of returning home to find someone lounging on my sofa, demanding, "What's for dinner?" fills me with dread. I refuse to live like a domesticated animal.

My meals are my own choice; I eat what I like, indifferent to the culinary preferences or habits of others. My finances are equally my prerogative. I spend my own money as I see fit, within my means, accountable to no one.

I've never envied the bride who tearfully proclaims she's found "a haven of shelter from the wind and rain." Instead, I envision the man standing opposite her as a potential storm, an inevitable disruption to my peace. My distrust is absolute; I am a free spirit, and no one will ever control me.

My mother often says her biggest regret was allowing me to live alone too early, claiming it made me undisciplined. While I once lamented my lonely childhood, believing it made me withdrawn and disinclined to discuss matters with others, I now see it as a blessing. It cultivated my ability to make my own decisions, find my own solutions, and bear the consequences. I choose strength over tears.

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