Dear Annie: A few years ago, a group of us started a book club that became one of the highlights of our month. We’d gather with good food, wine and plenty of laughter, and occasionally even talk about the book. For a long time, it was pure fun.

But over time, one member began to dominate everything. She interrupted constantly, turned every discussion back to herself, and flooded our group text with photos of her meals, her outfits and long comment threads that made the rest of us silently roll our eyes.

Several of us tried to address it gently, hoping she might get the hint, but nothing changed. Before long, people stopped responding to messages and started skipping meetings. What had once felt easy and joyful began to feel like an obligation.

Eventually, someone suggested ending the gr

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