I had a good roomie in the 80's gay like me but not lovers. He died of AIDS in 1992. Then I lived with my mom and cared for her with Alzheimer's 1994-98. I had tough times and 2 times homeless 1998-2005. Then 2005-12 I had what I thought was a great roomie till he stabbed me in Nov. 2012. I was forced to live with my Aunt and 3 homophobic male cousins for 16 months. I was so elated I got this government assisted apt. alone in April 2014 and ecstatic to live alone. But within 6 months all that newness wore off and I HATE living alone. I tragically lost my little dog last Sept. and am just afraid of getting another one. But I miss being able to talk to people. But I also do not miss others bad habits or then harping on mine. I just have many days I have such a hard time getting out of bed, no one to speak with, no animal to love. Don't say get another pet, the rules in this building are strict and I almost lost the last dog cause of someone lying about me leaving her poop out in the grass, also she was old and quiet and if I got a younger healthier dog that barked too much they would tell me get rid of it. I am not allowed to have a roomie in my current place Housing Authority rules. And getting another cheap place only having SSI would be a huge challenge the wait list is closed. And I feel like I might die living all alone in this place.