Reality is often different from what we expect, and maybe what we really want isn't what we think we do.
I get up when I want too, or when my hold decides I want too. I cook the meals I like, and they get eaten. When I stay out late (well, if I ever do) sure I come home to an empty house but I don't have to call ahead with excuses. I get to wear the clothes I like and I get to spend time with the people I want to spend it with.
Sure, I'm lonely sometimes. Yes, I would like to feel love again. The thing is though, that above all of that I want to be me, no rules or restrictions, and I I can't be myself to the very last second then is rather be alone. That's the choice I've made before and it's one I'm sure I'd make again. Me alone and happy is stronger and better then me with someone who wants to change me and makes me sad.
This does NOT mean I don't think there is a balance, it just means that if my prince never comes I'll be ok, and that I'm going to enjoy myself while I wait.