a royal mess up

Well, I messed up royally. And being home, or my other home makes it really difficult to make things right. Actually, even if I was home home I wouldn't know how to make things right. And it was so strange to be a guest in my own house. And its even stranger being here, feeling like I don't belong at my own house anymore, but that I'm not entirely sure I belong here. Knowing that I did something that made me leave on a bad note just kills me inside. I don't know what is right or wrong about it anymore. How far does turning the other cheeck go? Where is the line between helping someone and enabling them to use you? The whole situation is no one's fault but my own. I realize that as an adult its time to deal with the consequences of my own actions, of my own decisions, and maybe in the midst of the emotions and struggle, time to make a change. If only I knew which change to make.