Doing this for me

I always do what is expected of me.
I help people.
I please people.
I do everything I can to protect those around me.
But somewhere along the line, I stopped protecting me.

I want to get out.
After being accused of being selfish and uncaring from the very person who I tried most to protect, the person who left emotional wounds beyond repair, I want to leave.
I should leave.
I must leave.

But I want to stay.
Contradictory, I know. But when that very person whom you love is someone who you can't possibly stop loving, you don't want to leave.
I shouldn't leave.
I can't leave.

I am forever a conundrum.