Sacrifice
Sometimes as human beings we make sacrifices.
As a sister I sacrifice my time and energy, not just because my sister needs me, but because I want to grow my relationship with her, and be there for her. I sacrifice my dignity, so that she does not have to give up her own. I sacrifice my safety, because as a big sister it is my job to protect her. I sacrifice my will, because to impose it on her would not be in her best interest.
As a best friend and roommate I sacrifice much of the same. I sacrifice my comfort, so that he does not need to be uncomfortable. I sacrifice my time, so that my presence will not adversely affect his routine. I sacrifice my money so that everything comes out a little closer to fair. I sacrifice my sanity, so that I am not in the way of his happiness. I sacrifice much, and expect little, although I receive more than I could have previously imagined.
I receive the care of people who are truly simply trying to look out for me. I receive the safety and comfort of a home like I have never really had before. I receive the knowledge that I belong somewhere, even if it is this very dysfunctional place.
Even though sometimes it is hard, and sometimes I feel like running hard and fast for the sake of my own sanity, I would not trade them for anything. I would not give up this existence. I would not let them go for the sake of my sanity. And I would not allow my own inability to cope to destroy that which I find so important.
TarnishedViolet
