It all began the week Owen Saunders moved back in with his parents.
I’m thirty-two, and I’ve had my fair share of bad luck in love. Three serious boyfriends so far, each relationship ending with me changing my Netflix password, buying new sheets, and wondering how I’d missed the warning signs. The last one, Eric, broke things off because he “needed space”—which he apparently found in my best friend’s apartment.
After that, I decided I’d had enough of relationship drama. I threw myself into my career, poured my energy into my home, and learned to enjoy my own company. As a graphic designer for a marketing agency in the city, I earn enough to live in a small but perfect house that I’ve decorated entirely for myself—no compromises. Teal accent wall? Done. Vintage movie posters? Framed. Ice cream for dinner? Who’s going to stop me?
