What is more expensive love or money

I love my life as a single & still want a partner

There are many reasons why I would like to be in a relationship: I love being around. I like to laugh a lot. And I wouldn't mind if someone else took care of the spiders in my apartment for a change. I try to focus on the positive aspects of being single, but I'm just human and every now and then I think about what I am Not have. Many of these things make me sad at times, but today I want to talk about a topic that makes me angry: money.
That rents are actually everywhere in the western world much are too high, I don't need to tell anyone. The problem would only be half the size if I could divide it by two. At least three times a day - if I tear open my yoga leggings on a nail sticking out of the floorboards, cook on the only working stove or if I don't get my package again because no parcel messenger wants to run up four floors - I'll get on it reminds me of how much stuff I wouldn't have to deal with if I could afford a better apartment. And to be honest, a partner and I wouldn't even have to spend twice my current rent to be able to afford a better apartment. But back to reality.
I live in a one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. I live on the fourth floor and there is an elevator Naturally not - just like a countertop in the kitchen or more than one socket per room. The linoleum floor in the kitchen is so brittle that I can almost peer into the apartment below. I can't shower if someone else is running the water in the building at the same time. My refrigerator was built when Clinton was president. But hey: at least the toilet flushes! Sometimes at least. And for this heaven on earth I pay almost 2,000 euros a month (I live in New York, remember) - and to be honest, I'm even lucky with that. But to be honest, the apartment is worth a maximum of 1,000 euros. So exactly as much as I would pay if I shared the rent with someone. That this someone would not only relieve my wallet, but also my vibrator, I just mention at this point.
Should you be sitting on a contra-NYC list, you can drop the pen right away, because I'm definitely not moving away. I love the city and have consciously built a life here. And no, it is also not an option for me to look for a roommate at the age of 36, forget it. I'm not saying that I want to live in a luxury penthouse with an in-house beautician. All I want is an average, clean apartment - that can't be too much to ask, can it? Say what you want about my city, but if a woman with a six-figure annual salary can only afford an apartment with no cracked walls, poorly insulated windows and moody toilet flushing, if she pays for it together with her partner, then the shit is real Vaping.

Seriously, it's like the city laughs at me and says, Sorry, honey, but no matter how hard you work, you will never be able to afford to live where you will be happy.

Yes, I have to pay off horrific student loans on the side, but that still doesn't justify my shoes having to live in the kitchen and my panties in the living room closet. My married friends didn't have to move out of town to find a fancy apartment and get happy, so why should I have to? Why would a single woman have to leave her job and circle of friends behind just so she can afford an apartment that her parents can share? Not Brings tears to your eyes? Seriously: It's like the city laughs at me and says: Sorry, honey, but no matter how hard you work, you will never be able to afford to live where you will be happy. That sucks. It feels like my happiness is within my grasp, but the key to the dream apartment is on the floor of an automatic gripper full of cuddly toys.
As a single you have to fight a lot of fights, that's for sure. Women in partnerships are not always woken up at 5 a.m. with Tinder messages including a blowjob request. You don't have to go on tons of first dates that lead to absolutely nothing (other than a drink bill that is way too high, of course). And they are not asked by everyone (!) Whether they are taken. Loved, engaged, and married women don't have to deal with all this crap. But even worse, I find that they have a financial advantage just because they share their bedroom with someone. And that really pisses me off.
I want a friend. Now. Someone with whom I can share the bills - and who ideally I really love. I want the 900 euros I would save a month if I lived with someone. And I haven't even counted the cost of electricity, gas, internet, Netflix, Spotify, Amazon Prime, and pet insurance. And stop talking about vacations! I only say rental cars, single rooms, ...

I would just like to be a member of the 50% sale club, if there’s no problem.

Don't get me wrong: I don't want a sugar daddy. Not a man to pay everything for me. I like to earn my own living and stand on my own two feet. But I want a partner with whom I can share expenses. For things that we both need and use. I want to keep working hard and lead my normal, humble life. I would just love to be a member of this prestigious 50% sale club, if there’s no problem. For years I have been watching friends and acquaintances get to know someone and then lead an easier life than me. Just because they're in a relationship. I will never do as well financially as they do, unless I suddenly earn twice as much as I do now.
That said, there are a thousand reasons why I love being single. I like to travel alone, make all my decisions alone, don't have to be quiet at 6 a.m. when I get up. I can hear Cat Power in an endless loop for as long as I want. I love to feel free But I also think it's okay that this money thing really pisses me off. It's okay to be angry because I can't share rent and bills with anyone, and I don't have a second income in an emergency. That makes the whole situation even shitty. Another slap in the face. One more thing I can't have because I'm single. Thank you very much.