It's not that I hadn't lived with men before; I grew up suffering dead arms from my older brother. But this didn't quash my fear when the time came to move in with the other half, it made the uncertainty worse.
Yes after 42 years, my long cherished independence was under imminent threat. My single days cooked. I was 'caving in', going to live with - you guessed it, the Glam Rocker. This was a completely unnatural scenario for me.