Ok if you don't want to here what will probably sound like a sob story in the end then just skip my post. I will say that this story does define myself and how I ended up the way I am now.
So the begining of my story. It takes place neither long ago or in a galaxy far, far away...though I may boldly gone where no man has gone before...(ok the bad jokes are over...I think). It was the begining of high school and my step-father had gotten out of the Army so I ended up in my first civilian school. I studied hard and did just as well as I did home schooled in the Army, but the biggest thing was I met an INFP, we will call here Sara to make the story easy, girl that taught me a lot about my own feelings and looking back I'm grateful.
I hated my step father, partly because after his retirement from the Army his alcohol issue got worse and my biological mom left when I was 8 so he got stuck with me. I had some anger issues but I bottled it up for my half sister and half brother. Sara taught me that I don't have to understand everyone or express all my feelings to others but that I need to understand my own and that I had others that would help me. She taught me how to adapt better with out changing who I am and I will always apreciate that.
Now some of you (xNFx most likely) will ask if I'm with Sara, sadly no. After high school I joined the Army to get college money and she got married two years after graduation. Her husband is a decent guy but I do regret not expressing to here how I felt.
I have had several xNFx friends and I have to say that INFPs have seemed to be my closest friends but I don't really know how to take the next step so it usually just stays friends.
(by the way I'm a weak T in the fact that I understand feelings well but tend to have issues externalizing feelings so my F is kind of wierd)