I’m terrified of being alone.
‘Being’ in the sense of ‘living’. I’ve never actually lived alone; after college, in which I had roomies, I moved in with my girlfriend, who is now my wife. We have three kids. Privacy is a pearl of great price when you have adolescents under your roof. But for all that—for all the hubbub, the vying for bathroom time, the shouting over the dinner table—I’m terrified of being alone. The word for it is monophobia.
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