I consider Love to be a noun and a verb. The noun – love as an emotion, where we highly value that person and want the best for them – is beyond our control. The verb – the actions we choose as a result of our loving feelings – are what we can control.
I’ve been in situations where people I loved were emotionally unstable, mentally ill, and/or dealing with substance abuse/addiction. My love for them wanted me to rescue them from themselves. My knowledge of human nature, mostly learned from experience, realizes that this is not possible. In such cases, we have to choose to put our own sanity and self-respect first, and have boundaries for which behaviors we will and will not tolerate from those who are struggling with their own sanity and self-respect.
When it comes to new romance, I’ve allowed myself to get swept away in the emotions that accompany love and sometimes impersonate it: lust, desire, attraction, infatuation, etc. But moving too fast was a mistake, and I didn’t really get to know the individual well enough to allow myself to determine whether they were stable or trustworthy for building a relationship with. When my current relationship started, we met as friends and spent time together and got to know each other. I felt a strong bond, but wanted to be sure that we would be compatible as partners before introducing the concept of romance. I wanted to get this one right. That was 5 years ago, and we’re still very happy together.
Sometimes the Love that wants what is best for the person has to over-ride the lust and infatuation, because acting on those feelings could be bad for the object of our desire or for ourselves—self-love is a crucial component to happiness. Sometimes loving someone really does mean having the strength to let them go. This is something that one must learn to do as a parent, as well – we teach our children to be responsible and self-reliant so that we can let them go. If we’ve done it well, they come back and we wind up very close friends.
As for “family”, my experience has led me to believe that relatives are people with whom you are bound by circumstance. The people who have hurt me most in my life share DNA with me, so I hold no emotional obligation to them. Friends are the family we choose. In either case, the people we care about and would do anything for today may not be the same in the future, and there may be some point at which we have to draw the line and put our self-love first – whether that person is our parent, child, oldest friend, etc.