Alone time in Everything

I walked out to my car today after work, I sat down inside and let the warmth (from the sun hitting it all day) just surround me. It felt nice, silent and warm. Turned the key and shut off the radio and started on my way home. opened the sunroof to vent the air, it felt so good before but now I was feeling suffocated by it. On the way home I started thinking about how happy I was that I was going home, to an empty apartment. No one there, no one to break the silence, or to trouble me. Is that wrong? am I somehow broken? Shouldn’t I want to come home to someone? I cherish this time alone. I don’t think this bodes well for any future relationship I may find myself in. Which probably explains at least to some degree why I am not in one (it’s not just my charming personality that keeps the women away).
I see couples together, at the supermarket or restaurant or wherever, and some look truly happy, in love. But then there are those couples where one of them, usually the guy, looks dead inside, just a shell of a person. That scares the crap outta me because you know it didn’t happen overnight, that was a systematic, planned destroying of a person. Little by little, poor bastard probably didn’t even notice it was happening until it was too late.
Fuck that, I’ll just get a dog.