It doesn't matter what angle you look at it from, sometimes leaving, or in my case running away, from home is never the best idea. I know I had my reasons and they still are pretty valid to me but now that my pop is pretty much on his deathbed, my problems just don't seem that big anymore. I love everyone down here but miss everyone up there.
Growing up in a house of 10 was hard and then still having another 6 siblings that didn't live with you.... well I guess you can really only imagine. My pop and my 21 year old aunt also live with us (well them now) and have been for a little over 5 years. I guess what this is all going to come down to in the end is why I left and why now deep down i regret it not because of all the suffering it's caused and not because moving was just too damn difficult but because family is family and they should always come first, but should they come before yourself as well?