32. Single. Don't love it, don't hate it. It just is. I'm not opposed to it the idea, but wary of romantic relationships. Last time I thought I was in love, it ended badly, so I cranked my drinking up from every day to all day every day and ended up homeless for a very short bit (I was unmedicated if that wasn't obvious). That was about two years ago and now I'm focused on learning how to live my new sober, medicated life. It's slow going - I still live with my folks and have a **** job, so it's not like the ladies are beating down my door anyway. Maybe someday I'll feel stable and self-confident enough to try again, but not right now.