All the people who have relayed the story of their breakup to me over the past week or so (many, many people, let me just say), have very different stories, but they end the same way: They were incompatible with their significant other. And out of the many circumstantial problems that we faced, incompatibility was definitely, definitely not one of them.
All relationships are about compromise. And I rather compromise my living situation than my personality. That much I know.