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I was married for six years, and now I've been single and living alone for six years. I find living alone infinitely preferable for me, and now the thought of living with someone else makes me queasy. I keep thinking that I'm supposed to eventually tire of my solitude, but as time goes on I seem to enjoy it more, not less.
As for sex, well, I never got sex when I was married, so not getting it while single isn't a dramatic change.
Perhaps I'll try the marriage game again in my 40s. Maybe.