I'm living it, breathing it, doing it. I realized that I'm better off not attached at the hip with someone else. I have my own place and things, and I don't have to pick up after anyone except myself.

Oh, no prob. I can stray-cat-strut when and how I please. Le paycheck, it all belongs to le moi. The remote, mine. No negotiations about what to have for dinner. Or breakfast or lunch or snack for that matter.

In a city with infinite play like NYC, I can get together with whomever whenever and never be lonely. Or I can get lost in a crowd. Disappear. There is always something to do, places to be and things to experience. Or I can veg on the couch and laze about watching TV and catch catnaps. No problem.

To me, being single is being spoiled for choice. Why would I want to mess that up? Assuming that one doesn't have a "life partner" is equivalent to unhappiness is the first (and primary) mistake in logic. I think it's weird that someone needs another person to "complete" them. It's just... weird.

I do it every day.

At 67, I am happy being single. My life is full and fun with hiking, volunteering, reading, weightlifting, laughing and talking with friends. Never bored.

I refuse to live with a man again. I never worked so hard in my life as when I was married.

your happiness should never be found in another person

I admit that I don't have as much experience as most people my age with LTRs, as I only had one so far in my life, but I was definitely happier during that than during most of my single life, both before and after that LTR. So that is my answer. Maybe if I had experienced more LTRs in my life, and had more of a variety of experiences with them, my answer would be different.

I'm never happy. When I am in a relationship I wish I was single. When I am single I wish I had a partner.

There is No loneliness more awful than being in a loveless marriage!!!!!

Define happy? I’m content, and compared to how unhappy I was in my marriages, I consider myself lucky to be single. At this point I can’t imagine subjecting myself to that kind of unhappiness again.