After spending 7 years alone, I started living with a 56-year-old woman, but it only lasted half a year. 3 habits of hers that I could never stand —Check the first comment 👇

I lived alone for seven years. Silence, a tidy home, morning coffee by the window — and not a single unnecessary sound. And then I said to myself: "Maybe it's time to try again?"

At the time, I was 56, and the idea of ​​letting someone back into my life seemed both risky and appealing. I missed warmth, closeness, just human presence.

But after six months, I realized something important: romance is one thing, and living together after fifty is quite another.
There are three habits that ruined my "experimental return to two."

1. Noisy mornings

I like the morning to be peaceful. For me, the beginning of the day is coffee, silence, and time to be alone with my thoughts.
With her, life began at six in the morning: the kettle was boiling, the radio was blaring, conversations with friends, the clinking of dishes, the news that she read aloud.

I tried to get up earlier, I asked for a little more peace. And she would reply:
"What's the big deal, we're just living, right?"

After a month, I realized that I was waiting for the evening not because of her, but because then the house finally quieted down.

2. The “might need it” habit

With me, everything is simple: if you don't use it, throw it away.
With her, it's "leave it, you might need it."

Newspapers, caps, boxes, broken glasses. The kitchen gradually turned into a museum of things that are a shame to throw away.
Once I threw an old newspaper - and it caused a storm:
- There were recipes from a TV show in there!

Psychologists call it "hoarding," and for me it was pure chaos. I felt like I was living in an antique shop where everything was sacred.

3. The evening "news from other people's lives"

My ideal end to the day is a book and silence.
Hers is sharing stories about everyone I know. At dinner, I would hear about the neighbor, the nephew, a friend from another city.

I tried to change the subject. She just raised her eyebrows:
"How can you not be interested in how people live?"

I was interested in how I lived. But it seemed to go unnoticed.

The balance sheet

We tried to understand each other, but habits turned out to be stronger than feelings.
After six months, I was alone again - and for the first time I felt not loneliness, but relief.

Living together after fifty is not just romance. It is boundaries, respect, and the ability to be silent in company.
And loneliness… turned out to be not a punishment, but a privilege that I finally learned to appreciate.

And would you be able to adapt to other people's habits? Or do you like silence, order, and personal space?
Share your experience in the comments.