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2023.03.21 19:00 greg0525 Reflections of the Past

Sophie shifted in her seat, her heart pounding as she waited for the verdict to be delivered. She glanced over at her sister Emily, who sat beside her, her hands clenched tightly in her lap.
The courtroom was packed with people, all waiting to hear the fate of the man who had killed Sophie's beloved husband. Sophie could feel their eyes on her, judging her, and she felt a surge of anger rise within her.
Finally, the judge spoke.
"The court finds the defendant guilty of murder in the second degree," he said, his voice echoing through the room. "I hereby sentence him to 10 years in prison."
Sophie gasped, feeling as though the air had been knocked out of her. "Only 10 years?" she whispered, her voice shaking with anger.
Emily placed a comforting hand on Sophie's shoulder. "I know, it's not enough," she said, her voice low. "But at least he'll be off the streets for a little while."
Sophie nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling of injustice that filled her. "He took my husband from me," she said, her voice rising. "He deserves to rot in jail for the rest of his life!"
The man who had killed her husband sat in the defendant's chair, his eyes cast downward. Sophie glared at him, hatred burning in her chest.
"You'll never know the pain you've caused," she spat, her voice cold.
The man looked up at her, his eyes empty of emotions.
Sophie's voice was rising again. "You took away the love of my life, and for what? A stupid argument?"
The man hung his head, unable to meet Sophie's gaze.
Sophie shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "You'll pay for what you've done. One way or another."
Sophia and Emily walked out of the courtroom, both feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. The weight of the verdict was heavy on Sophie's heart, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that justice hadn't been served.
At Sophie’s house, Emily wrapped her arm around Sophie's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.
"It's okay, Sophie. We'll find a way to make it right," Emily said softly.
Sophie let out a deep sigh and leaned her head on Emily's shoulder. "I don't know, Em. Ten years is not enough for taking someone's life."
Sophie was lost in her thoughts for a moment, replaying the memories of her husband and how much she missed him.
Then Emily left and Sophia went straight to the couch and collapsed on it, feeling emotionally exhausted. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but her mind kept replaying the events of the day.
As Sophia lay in bed, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was not right. She felt uneasy and restless, her thoughts still lingering on the verdict and the killer of her beloved husband.
Suddenly, she noticed a faint glow from the corner of her eyes. It was coming from the large mirror on the wall.
Sophia got up and made her way towards the mirror, her curiosity piqued. As she drew closer to it, she saw that the glow was getting stronger and stronger. The mirror was emitting its own light.
To her surprise, the mirror now looked like a TV screen. It showed the same living room at night, and she could see her husband walking in with his briefcase. Sophie was dumbfounded. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Suddenly, she saw the image of her husband freeze, and then the mirror went dark. Sophie was so startled that she stumbled back and ran out of the living room. She ran to the garden, trying to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened.
As she stood there, taking deep breaths, Sophie couldn't help but wonder if the mirror was showing her the last moments of her husband's life. The thought made her shiver, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind.
The next day, Sophie told Emily that she saw her dead husband in the mirror Emily did not believe her. Emily tried to examine the mirror but there was nothing wrong with it. Then Emily left and Sophie started cleaning the house, including the newspaper clippings about the murder of her husband.
Sophie was in the living room when Emily arrived. "Sophie, how are you feeling today?" Emily asked.
Sophie replied, "I am feeling a little better, but I saw something strange yesterday."
"What did you see?" Emily asked curiously.
Sophie explained, "I saw my husband in the mirror last night. It was like a TV, showing the living room at night, and he walked in with his briefcase."
Emily looked at Sophie skeptically, "That's impossible, Sophie. Maybe you were just dreaming."
Sophie was starting to feel frustrated, "No, Emily, I saw it. You have to believe me."
Emily tried to reassure Sophie, "Okay, okay, let's take a look at the mirror and see if there's anything wrong with it."
Sophie led Emily to the mirror, and they examined it carefully, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
Emily turned to Sophie, "See, there's nothing wrong with the mirror. Maybe it was just your imagination."
Sophie was starting to feel alone and misunderstood, "I know what I saw, Emily. You don't believe me."
Emily tried to console Sophie, "I believe that you saw something, Sophie, but we just don't know what it is yet. Let's keep an open mind and see if anything else happens."
Sophie nodded, "Okay, that sounds fair."
After Emily left, Sophie decided to clean the house, including the newspaper clippings about the murder of her husband. She couldn't bear to see them anymore, as they reminded her of her loss. She put them all in a box and tucked them away in the closet, hoping to move on with her life.
As Sophie was tidying up, she happened to catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. To her surprise, the mirror seemed to be displaying a series of moving images. The images showed her husband Rick returning home and shortly after, the doorbell rang.
Sophie could see the anger in Dave's eyes as he confronted Rick.
"You have no idea how much money I lost because of you!" Dave spat, his face twisted in fury.
Rick, his own voice growing louder, shot back, "I know exactly what I did! You're not thinking clearly, Dave."
Dave stepped closer to Rick, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don't you dare tell me what I'm thinking! You don't know anything about me!"
Rick stood his ground, his own fists balled up in preparation for a fight. "I know enough to know that you're acting like a madman right now."
Suddenly, without warning, Dave lunged at Rick, his fist connecting with Rick's jaw. The force of the blow sent Rick staggering backwards, and he stumbled into a nearby table, knocking over a vase in the process.
Sophie watched in horror as the two men continued to fight, their movements growing more and more frenzied by the second. The sounds of grunts and shouts echoed through the house, and Sophie could feel her own heart racing as she realized that things were quickly spiraling out of control.
"Stop it! Stop it, please!" Sophie cried out, but her words went unheard as the fight between Rick and Dave raged on.
She was frozen in place, unable to move or intervene in the fight. The sounds of their shouts and grunts echoed throughout the house, adding to the chaos of the scene. The scene in the mirror continued to play out, showing Rick collapsing to the ground as Dave walked out of the house, looking triumphant.
“He didn’t kill him! He didn’t kill him! It wasn’t him”, she said and the thought that an innocent man was going to be sentenced for years was terrifying.
Sophie's heart raced as she made her way to the DEA's office. She knew that what she was about to tell him would be hard to believe, but she had to try. When she arrived, she explained to the agent that she had seen in the mirror a different version of events than what had been presented in court.
"You see," she began nervously, "my husband wasn't murdered by the man who was sentenced. I saw in the mirror that it was someone else entirely."
The DEA agent raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What are you talking about? That's impossible."
Sophie took a deep breath and explained everything that she had witnessed in the mirror, from the argument to the violent altercation and the aftermath. She pleaded with the agent to reopen the case and investigate further.
But the agent remained skeptical. "I understand that you believe what you saw, but the sentence cannot be changed based on what you think you saw in a mirror."
Sophie felt her heart sink as she realized that her efforts might be in vain. She had hoped that by coming forward, she could right the wrongs that had been done and bring justice to her husband. But now it seemed like that might not be possible.
Deflated, Sophie left the DEA's office and began to consider other options. She knew that she couldn't give up on finding the truth, even if it meant going against the system.
Sophie's mind was still reeling from her encounter with the DEA agent as she returned home. She needed to distract herself from the disappointment of not being able to get justice for her husband, so she decided to focus on something else. Cleaning was always a good way to keep busy, she thought.
However, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story that she didn't know about so she went back to the mirror.
As she stared into the glass, she was surprised to see a new image materialize. It was the dark living room at night, and she could barely make out any details. But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see her husband Rick rummaging around under the couch.
Her heart racing, Sophie watched as Rick retrieved a mobile phone from under the couch. She recognized it immediately as the same phone she had found earlier. Rick checked something on the phone, and then put it back under the couch.
That was the moment when she spotted a dark figure standing at the door. Sophie's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold in the mirror. Sophie strained to hear what they were saying, but the sound was muffled and she couldn't make out the words. The tension in the room was palpable, and Sophie felt like she was holding her breath as she watched the two figures interact.
Suddenly, the woman stepped forward, and Sophie could see that she was holding something in her hand. As she got closer, the object came into focus, and Sophie felt her blood run cold. It was a knife.
Sophie watched in horror as her sister approached her husband, who seemed to have no idea what was about to happen. The woman raised the knife, and with a swift motion, plunged it into Rick's chest. Sophie felt sick to her stomach as she watched the gruesome scene play out in front of her.
Now she could make out more of the dark figure. She could immediately recognize her blonde hair: it was her sister.
She couldn't believe that her own sister was capable of such a horrific act. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that the truth had finally been revealed - her sister was responsible for her husband's murder.
But why?
Then she remembered the phone. She bent down to see if it was still there and it was. It was a sleek black model that she had never seen before.
Curious, she picked up the phone and pressed the power button. To her surprise, the phone came to life. She entered a random PIN number and it worked, to her astonishment
“How is that possible?”, she told herself and registered it as a lucky guess.
She scrolled through the contacts and messages, hoping to find some clue as to who it belonged to.
And then she saw it - a message from her sister, Emily. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should invade her husband's privacy. But her curiosity got the best of her, and she checked the message.
The phone revealed a slew of messages and photos that left Sophie feeling sick to her stomach. It seemed that her husband had been cheating with her own sister. Some photos were taken in their own bedroom during intimate moments.
Sophie felt tears stinging her eyes as she realized the depth of her husband's and sister’s betrayal. She had thought that she knew them so well, but it seemed that he had been living a lie all along.
Was it possible that Rick wanted to break up the affair? Was Emily too afraid of Rick telling the truth?
Sophie heard a knock on the door, which made her jump with fright. She hesitated for a moment before approaching the door, her heart racing with anxiety. When she opened it, she found Emily standing there, holding a bag of food from a fast food restaurant.
"Hey, I brought some food," Emily announced, her voice sounding cheerful and friendly.
Sophie's nervousness was evident, her hands shaking as she took the food from Emily. She tried to act normal, but her mind was racing with fear. Her sister looked at Sophie, trying to read her expression, but she couldn't tell if Sophie's sister was hiding something.
"Are you all right?" Emily asked, trying to sound calm.
Sophie nodded, but she knew that she was not entirely convincing.
As they sat down on the couch, Sophie's eyes filled with tears and she started to sob uncontrollably. Emily's concerned gaze bore down on her. She knew what she had to ask, but the words caught in her throat like a fishhook.
“Emily...the mirror showed me something I wish wasn’t true. Did you and Rick have an affair?" she finally managed to choke out.
Emily's face fell, and Sophie could see the guilt etched into her features. But the admission she was about to make could change their friendship forever.
"Sophie, I...I did have an affair with Rick," Emily confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sophie felt her heart drop into her stomach. She had suspected it for weeks, but hearing the truth was like a blow to the chest.
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to process the betrayal. "How could you do this to me, Emily? How could you do this to us?"
Emily's face twisted in anger as she shot back, "Maybe if you weren't so possessive and controlling, Rick wouldn't have strayed. You don't show him enough love and attention. It was me who truly loved him."
Sophie recoiled as if she had been slapped. She had always thought of herself as a good wife, but Emily's accusations cut her to the core.
"You're just trying to justify what you did," Sophie said, her voice rising. "You knew how much Rick meant to me, and you still went behind my back and slept with him. How could you be so selfish?"
"I'm not the selfish one here," Emily shot back and got up from the couch, her own voice rising to match Sophie's. "You've always been so possessive of him like he's some kind of possession rather than a person. Maybe if you had shown him more love and attention, he wouldn't have looked elsewhere."
Sophie's anger grew as Emily continued to twist the knife. "You have no right to blame this on me. Rick's infidelity is his own fault and yours. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you did it anyway. When he realized what sort of person you are, he wanted to leave you and you killed him, I saw it!” she said and got up too.
Emily’s face was contorted with rage now. "I can't listen to this anymore and I am fed up with your stupid mirror," she spat. Without warning, she grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at the mirror on the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces, scattering across the floor.
Sophie gasped in shock as the full weight of the situation hit her. She then snapped out of her trance and rushed over to the broken mirror, her hands shaking as she started collecting the shattered pieces. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to piece the mirror back together, hoping to undo the damage that had been done.
But no matter how hard she tried, the mirror remained broken and fragmented, just like their relationship.
As Sophie frantically tried to collect the shattered pieces of the mirror from the floor, Emily slowly approached her with a menacing look in her eyes, her hands balled into fists. Sophie could feel her heart racing as she realized the danger that was looming over her.
"Calm down, Sophie," Emily said, her voice low and dangerous. "We need to talk about this."
Sophie's eyes widened in fear and she stumbled backwards, her hand reaching out for a piece of the mirror to hold onto. She grabbed it from the floor and her mind was racing how to get away from Emily, but her legs felt like jelly beneath her.
Without another word, Emily started charging towards Sophie, her arms outstretched as if to grab her. Sophie's instincts kicked in and she turned around, dashing up the stairs to the bedroom.
As she ran, she could hear Emily's footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor behind her, growing closer and closer. The fear that had been building inside her suddenly exploded into a desperate panic as she realized Emily was almost upon her.
Sophie's legs felt like lead, but she pushed herself harder, the adrenaline surging through her veins. Finally, she reached the bedroom door and slammed it, and locked it behind her, her back pressed against it as she gasped for breath.
Outside, Emily was still pounding on the door, her voice raised in anger. Sophie knew she had to find a way out of this situation, and fast.
Sophie's hand trembled as she held up the jagged piece of mirror. It caught the light from the moon and the reflection of the street lamps outside, casting an eerie glow across the room. As she stared at it, she noticed that one section of the mirror was still intact, like a small television screen.
With a sudden curiosity, Sophie held the mirror up to her face and peered into the reflective glass. The image of the living room materialized in front of her eyes, like a ghostly apparition. She saw the same scene as before, the living room at night with her sister standing over the lifeless body of her husband.
Blood stained the carpet beneath them, spreading out like a dark, ominous cloud. And then, as if in a trance, her sister reached down and retrieved the mobile phone from under the couch.
The screen of the phone illuminated her sister's face, casting a sickly green light over her features. Sophie's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the significance of what she was seeing.
Realizing that it was not her sister but herself with the same blond hair, she was overcome with terror. Tears and screams erupted from her as she remembered everything. She had always known about the affair, but the shock and remorse of it had caused her subconscious to try and repress the memory.
In the psychiatric hospital, where she belonged now, the guilt of the murder clung to her like a heavy shroud, refusing to fade away like haunting echoes.
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2023.03.21 18:40 virtualpostmail Open a U.S. Business Bank Account for Your LLC As A Non-Resident

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To open a business bank account with Bank of America, you’ll have to visit one of their in-person branches. You will need to provide both your foreign (if you have one) and your U.S. address.
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2023.03.21 14:58 Radiant_Ad_7501 I ran away for a day and I just need someone to understand how scared I was.

I 16f ran away for a day on February 28th and some of my family is still upset by it.
For background, my mom was in the hospital for about 2 weeks because of stroke. We were also moving on the 28th so things were stressful. I had to take care of my older brother, 17m because mentally he's like a 6 year old and his special needs require a lot of work (idk all he has but this is the best way to explain it). So I had to worry about our move, my moms health, and had to take care of my brother in one fall swoop. I was too scared and stressed to sleep and at most I was getting 3 hours every other day because I was afraid that something bad would happen if I went to sleep.
My older sister, who doesn't like me very much, came with her son and took things and yelled at me for not having the house clean. She stole some meds and food and claimed it was for our mom but it somehow never got to her. My mom claimed she called the cops and that getting us in a group home is the right thing but then claimed she never did and the hospital did so IDK which is true.
So CPS came along with the cops and investigated but since I knew how to do properly give my brothers his meds and we had food and I was 16, they didn't take us. Anyways, my mom gets out and she's too sick to do much and I ask her for help understanding how to pack. Sounds stupid but we didn't have any boxes and I've never moved before, I just needed advice. She told me to worry about it later and she would get my other brother to help.
Well he came on the day before we were supposed to move and saw almost nothing was packed. I had tried to pack but we had no boxes, just weird crates, and my mom never told me what was needed to pack. I had only packed my room and bathroom up and it wasn't enough for my brother. He started drinking and was yelling at me and my other brother to 'do better' and 'be more mature'. He was super drunk by now.
He then pulled me aside and told me what I was doing was disrespectful to HIS mom and that he's always treated me like a sister, he VIEWS me as family but I was pissing him off by not taking initiative to pack. He didn't let me explain and stormed off. I started to cry and pack my brothers room while he yelled at him to pick something up faster. He then called me in to yell some more and I had my head down because I didn't want him to know his words effected me to the point of tears. He told me to look at him when he was talking and I wiped my tears and looked at him and in the moment, it looked like he was lunging at me, ready to hit me. And I flinched which set him off and he grabbed my shirt. I managed to get out his grasp and run out the door, him yelling at someone to grab me and my mom yelling at him to beat my ass.
I ran into traffic, barley avoiding getting hit and hid behind this store. I only had 11 dollars on me because I was collecting random cash on me while cleaning and it was mostly change.
For about 3 hours, I hid behind the dumpster. I hadn't slept in 2 days and the sound of any car passing gave me a heart attack. An ambulance had shown up and parked for about an hour (i think, I don't know) and I convinced myself that my brother called them and it was undercover cops ready to arrest me if I moved even inch from my spot. I know now they were on break lol. Once they left, I stayed put until around 3 which is the time the schools got out. I finally got the courage to keep walking and the only safe place was my friends house. I walked for 8 miles to her house, not taking any breaks.
I remember being super paranoids, every car looked like my moms or brothers, even the people in them, and I thought they hired people to bring me back or something and so I walked with a beer bottle in my hand and if someone looked at me too long I started bolting thinking they would grab me.
I got to my friends house and it was like 5smth. I knew where the key were hidden so I didn't break in technically. I tried looking for a phone or something to call her since she was at her moms and her dad was out but I couldn't find anything that didn't need a password. Her cat was trying to comfort me but I couldn't let her and I feel bad now.
When I couldn't find something, I got a kitchen knife and waited for my brother to break in and grab me and after a while I passed out and woke up to her dad coming home. He was on the phone with y mom and saying he didn't know where I was. I sat up and he saw me, then told her I was fine and at his house. He asked if she wanted to talk to me and she said no, hanging up. He let me use his spare phone to call my friend and for the first time, Ii kind of realized how badly I fucked up.
She said we could run away and bussed over to me. I agreed because I thought it was the only choice. I got some blankets, some food, some water, a knife, cards, and a flashlight before leaving. Her dad was passed out on the couch and so he didn't notice.
We met up and we started planning, walking all around town. We got to a gas station and I shaved my head in case my family recognized me while on the street. I hid in the bathroom for 2 hours because every voice sounded like my brothers and I was too afraid to come out and the worker had to threaten to call the cops for me to leave.
We then started to realize we couldn't run away and I needed to find a way to go home or find a new place. We bussed and when we got off and were waiting for our next one, I broke down. I couldn't breath and just wanted to kill myself and didn't know what to do. I thought about throwing myself into traffic or going on some building and jumping but she convinced me that a mental hospital would work.
We then agreed I would try my mom once more and if I'm not welcomed home I would go to the hospital. I used her phone and my mom agreed and I asked if she loved me still but there was silence and she hung up. I thought this meant she hated me and begged my friend to take me to the hospital/find a bus route but she convinced me to go home.
I feel bad for putting it all on her and we talked and she assured me she was just glad she could be there for me.
I go home with a hoodie on and it's like 4am and she lets me in. She doesn't talk to me or anything and since it's the first night, we sleep on the floor.
I couldn't fall asleep and I just cried for hours. I finally got to fall asleep but it was the next morning and only for a few hours because it was 2pm when I woke up. I'm lucky enough my mom is as avoidant as me and she hasn't asked or talked to me about it, things went back to normal and she refuses to talk about that night.
My other siblings think she should have done something, like call the cops or kicked me out. They think what I did was a ploy for attention and that it's wrong to let me get away with it. My brother has my phone and won't give it back until I talk to him, explain, and apologize. I will also have to keep the house clean for a full month with no help basically and they'll come unannounced to make sure. My mom isn't allowed to lift a finger. I'm okay with the latter, but just seeing him and my sister make me sick. I sleep with a pocket knife near my bed and hide in the bathroom when he comes because I'm terrified. I told my mom I will talk to him if they both promise he will not hurt me physically but they both refuse and think it's stupid to be afraid. I don't think so since he has hit his wife in the past and his kids and he doesn't even see me as his sister. A simple "I promise he'll keep his hands to himself" would most likely convince me.
I also have been using my mom's phone to text and call my friend and I still have my school laptop. I went snooping and found out they didn't even look for me while I was out and went to Chiptole. We don't normally eat out because it's expensive so that hurt lol. Again, they think what I did was a ploy for attention and that I should be sent away. They all agree they want to send me to some trade school but my mom is the only one hesitant. They haven't even talked to me about it, I feel like I should be aware. I just want someone to know that what I did wasn't to stir the pot and that I'm still fucking scared of him. I can't even talk about it without shaking and only my friend and now reddit lol, know everything that's happened.
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2023.03.21 13:39 ohhidoggo Help me (INFP) with my MIL (E*FJ)

So I’m having a hard time with my mother in law. I need some advice from you kind souls. She’s an E*FJ and I’m an INFP.
For context: I had a baby (first time) four months ago and my in laws moved back to the country we live in a few months ago (they live a 50 min drive away from our house).
My husbands family is a close, rowdy one-four adult boys and two dogs and his parents. Whenever we go to this family house, it is really loud and chaotic. Sometimes this is fun, but sometimes it’s totally overwhelming.
For example, there’s not enough rooms for everyone, so I slept on the couch and whenever MIL wakes up she comes crashing down the stairs talking super loud to the dogs and making tons of noise even though I’m sleeping right there. As an INFP I need at least 15 minutes of quiet solitude when waking up so waking me up with a barrage of obnoxious noise is so painful to me. To me she’s not being considerate to the person sleeping right there (me).
Then whenever they are doing something like cooking dinner, they yell at each other from different rooms. The house is a small cottage so the yelling is overwhelming.
Then another issue: I walked into the kitchen one morning and she had my baby all set up at the table in a high chair with a sippy cup full of water. The issue here is that babies under 6 months should never have water-it’s very hard on their kidneys. It also prevents them from receiving all the nutrition they need from breast milk/formula.
I walked in and saw the sippy cup, picked it up and said, “he can’t have water yet, he’s under 6 months” and dumped the water and put the cup on the drying rack. We all then were sitting eating breakfast and MIL proceeded to sulk/pout/refuse to talk acting like she was a victim. I felt I was very casual and matter-of-fact about the mini conflict, yet her passive aggressive behaviour made it out like she was a victim of some kind of tyranny. I was aiming to be mature and relaxed about the issue at hand and she was acting like a child. In my opinion, she should have asked me if it was ok before giving my baby water for the first time.
Finally, every time I’m there, she’s such a control freak. She moves every item I have because she is obsessed with cleaning. The thing is, as an INFP I’m super private about my belongings. For example, she took my silk floss that was on the bathroom windowsill (it is just a roll of bio floss outside of a case) sitting with everyone else’s toothbrushes and she put it in a mason jar with the other toothbrushes and it got all slimy from the gross water that collected on the bottom. She also put my boots in a cupboard way up high (you would never expect to find them there) and I couldn’t find them when I needed to take my dogs out to pee. This all might sound silly to be upset about, but I’m tidy when I’m staying at other peoples homes and I prefer to know where my belongings are so I don’t forget them when packing up to go home.
I find that she is way too sensitive (this is coming from an INFP lol) and too controlling. As an INFP, controlling people tend to really grind our gears. I understand that it’s her home, and therefore as a guest I have little say into how things should operate, but when she’s moving my stuff or making inconsiderate decisions for my baby, I feel like this overbearing behaviour crosses the line into controlling and manipulative.
Anyone else have trouble with Ne doms regarding family dynamics? It seems the entire family all use Ne, and I’m the only Fi dom. It can feel isolating at times!
Please help!
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