I have found that I cannot bear the responsibility of the pain I know it would cause my partner, my brother and sister if I did.
So I just fight it, and remind myself just how good the small things are.
My 20yo brother comes to me for medical advise, to fend off mum and dad, to fix his car, or find something for him, he loves my cooking, and loves cuddling with me to watch a movie on my bed, he snuggles with me in bed in the morning if he slept poorly, and loves my massages that I give to fix his back. He gets me to fix his 'owies', help with his washing, and give him advise on girls, and would beat the living ratshit out of anyone that ever made me upset, or even thought about touching me.
I have so many stupid girls to keep away from my brother, so many STD's to educate him about :rolleyes::ninja:, cuddles to give when he feels lonely and wants some unassuming, unconditional hugs and some gentle ribbing about his smoking, I can't leave now, he'll end up doing something silly without me there to give him a gentle nudge.
My 17yo sister talks to me about stuff she can't talk about with her friends because they are all 'religious', learns how to do makeup, deal with drunk men, have a cuddle when she's stressing about exams, or watch funny movies together to help her sleep before school. She loves me plaiting her hair, or doing her makeup for her, or letting her raid my wardrobe with things I used to be able to wear.
She loves my cats, and gets me to help write out her essays when her RSI starts flaring up, and loves to sing with me or look at handbags together.
I have so many things I need to teach my sister about in the real world, and so many things to protect her from, and fix, I can't leave now, she needs me.
My 28yo partner graduated from university yesterday, I was the only person he wanted there, other than his stepmother. I was so proud of him, especially because of how hard and technical his Bachelor's degree was, and he wants me to have my own robes one day.
He cups my face and strokes my bottom lip with his thumb, then leans in and gently kisses my forehead, and a little warm flame flares up when he does that.
He strokes me in my sleep, and whispers gently in my ear, reassuring me, protecting me, telling me how proud he is of my progress, and how much he wants to have a 'mini us' one day.
He will kiss me gently, and then stick his nose in my ear and snuffle like a puppy dog in my ear until I can't help but squeal with laughter, and then he'll bite my nose, and snuffle in my other ear until I'm screaming with laughter and begging for mercy.
He'll section my hair and comb out the matted knots from the wind, and patiently tries to plait my hair, or rubs my neck until I melt into a puddle, and can't help but smile at the gentle kisses on my temple.
He tells me how wonderful a mother I'll be, how smart I am, how much he loves time spent with me, and how he believes in me, the beautiful woman given to him by a God that he is only beginning to believe exists. And at night he'll whisper a prayer, asking for an extra angel to watch over me while I sleep.
Just the sight of him brings a spring to my step and a smile to my face, how could I leave now?