There is the good.
But that's the beauty of living alone. You don't have to worry about scaring a spouse with your haphazard fashion sense. You don't have to apologize for snoring like a leaf blower. If you use the last drop of half-and-half or leave your dishes in the sink or spend your Saturday reading Mary Roach instead of taking out the recycling, it's perfectly fine.And the bad.
When you live alone, there's no one there to tell you that you're nuts.And you can go a little nuts living alone.
The ugly? Well, I'll leave that to your imagination.