Personally reflect on your leaving-home experience for a bit (by this, I mean the day you actually left your family of origin to live elsewhere). For some, this will be a recent memory and for others, a more distant one. For me, this event occurred about 25 years ago, and yet I still can remember some details about that day with uncanny detail. Think about the circumstances, the reactions, the level of support, any words exchanged, whatever you may recall...
What emotions are attached to your launching experience?
What might you still bring into your current relationships based on the manner in which you left your family of origin?