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My mom is very big into psychics and has read tarot cards since I was a baby. When I was in high school, she had a psychic over to the house, and the psychic told us I would break up with my then-boyfriend of a year (I was about 16) but the person I was meant to be with would pop up around the time I would be going to college. Naturally, I was devastated as a teen would be to hear they aren't going to make it with their first love.
My first experience with a psychic happened while I was visiting a childhood friend at college. I remember entering his little shop and being taken to a back room. The psychic said that it looked like I had two love interests. He said that I needed to make a decision between the two of them, and he emphasized over and over again that I had the power to choose. That one came completely out of the blue. I had already been dating my current boyfriend for a few months by that time, and I felt very committed to him. It was only months later that I realized I was still carrying a lot of emotional trauma from a previous abusive relationship. I thought I’d gotten over it and moved on, but I hadn’t, and it was hanging like a cloud over my life and my relationship with myself and with other people. I hadn’t let go yet. I realized that I needed to take action on it somehow, that I had that power. So I started working with a therapist.