So I've told you all that my boyfriend has cancer, and is not doing so well. We run from doctor to doctor, which is stressful enough. But on top of all that, the Social Security Administration has decided that my son's father is no longer disabled, so my son's check is stopping this month-this will be his last check. This was what we paid our bills with. Mine paid the rent, and his paid the bills. I tried (in vain) to get a job, and now I have no car to get to one if I could work. So I'm having to give up our home that I am so proud of and (finally) so happy in. We have lived here for 6 years, which in the broad scope of things is not a long time, but for me, it is. This was the first place in years that FELT like home, I did a lot of work on it, and now I'm moving back in with my boyfriend. I know it's probably a good move, he'll need me and my son more now than ever, but I had finally established my independence, and am loathe to give that up. And I hate leaving this place. I hate giving up my little bit of time alone that I get. That's really selfish, isn't it? I know right now I shouldn't be thinking about things like that, but I can't help it. I'm scared I'm going to go into a depression and be completely useless, and I can't let that happen. It's just that I'm almost 44, and have very seldom lived completely on my own, and was so proud that I was finally able to. And I hadn't planned on moving again, so packing up is going to be a nightmare. Worst of all, my bf is technology challenged, or more to the point, he doesn't like it, so he's always criticizing computers, cell phones, etc. I plan on keeping those things. I'm not a wizard at it, but I can run a computer, and I of course have a cell. We used to live together before and it ended in disaster, all 3 times. We have grown as a couple in that time, and he is not the same as back then, doesn't deal with me the same way (I guess he learned a little about bipolar along the way) but I am still scared. And now I am scared because I know he will eventually die. And my family, the ones still speaking to me, all dislike him immensely and won't be happy when they find out. I see it as the best solution all the way around. Am I doing the right thing?