In a small fifth-tier city, I grew up bearing the shackles of an NPD family.
He habitually pleases everyone and puts other people's emotions first, but his enthusiasm is crushed by friendships and marriages one after another.
After being exhausted and let down, I chose to forgive myself, let go of myself calmly, put aside the shackles of the world, practice ruthlessness on my own in a lively fifth-tier town, and keep my own purity.
Others are always superstitious about Feng Shui and believe that they can change their situation by relying on various secret techniques. But I often think to myself that I have never mastered any mysterious method, have no expert guidance, and have never made plans to change my luck. Just relying on a little bit of sobriety, constantly drawing boundaries, gritting his teeth and withdrawing, step by step, he abruptly rewrote the fate that was destined to be trapped in the quagmire.
The so-called foreign objects are only references after all.
What can truly save oneself is never metaphysics, but a person's unwillingness to compromise and the decision to stop losses in time.
If you don't want to wake up, no matter how good the hexagram or the perfect housing layout, you can't pull out the person trapped in the emotional cage.
