Guess the OP is going to find me creepy then …
My one and only child, son, came back home after Uni, a few months later his father (my husband of 23 years) left. DS saw me fall apart and stuck around to make sure I was OK. It’s been 6 years now – we’ve in fact, over different periods in the last 6 years, had 5 of his friends move into the spare room; 1 stayed for two years, some have stayed for just a few months while getting on their feet. Being in London it’s impossible to find somewhere to rent when the earnings for youngsters are usually pretty low. DS has been able to travel as he’s saved money “sharing” with me – he still pays rent, though. He’s planning on moving out next month now, just before his 29th birthday. It’s worked because we’re both pretty laid back, give each other space, respect each other’s privacy and stuff. We go to the theatre on occasion, sometimes with his (now ex) girlfriend or another friend of his. Valentines evening DS invited me out to dinner with one of his workmates, both of them having found themselves single. We’re seeing Hamilton tomorrow evening – I had the tickets, asked if he wanted to go and he said yes. Last weekend he came to a family Mass with me, to support me. He’s an incredibly caring man, he’s got a huge bunch of friends, from school, from his teenage years as a cadet, from Uni, from work, from his sports club.
It works for us, not creepy, honest. We’re good friends and we look out for each other.