There's this boy—he's 29; I'm 46 and female. We met when we were 23 and 41. I was not and am not into little boys. The Kid chased me, and I turned him down for months—until I got drunk one night and caved. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but it isn't anymore. We've never been "together," because the Kid wants kids and happily ever after and all that horseshit, and I don't (and I'm too old even if I did). The Kid has been in several relationships over the years, looking for The One, and I genuinely hope he finds her. In my wildest dreams, I'm invited to their wedding and their children call me auntie. But in the meantime, the Kid runs to me when he hits a hiccup in a relationship, and I let him—meaning, he gets mad at her and fucks me madly. Afterward, I get him to talk about it—he tells me what happened, and I always try to advise him how to make it better, how to make it work. But so far it hasn't, and we're "us" again until he meets another girl. I do love this Kid, for what it's worth. But I'm afraid I'm ruining his chances. I'm afraid that by being an escape hatch, I'm giving him a reason not to work on these relationships and he will never find the kids/forever thing he's looking for. Should I let him go for his own sake? If I tell him honestly why, he won't accept it, so I'd have to just vanish. I'd hate that. It would be worth it if I knew he met someone and got to live happily ever after. But I'd spend my life feeling bad for disappearing on him, and I'd always wonder if the Kid wound up alone.