Women of my generation were taught to be quiet, be demure, be invisible. We never raised our voices. We never said "no" to any outlandish request put upon us. We never talked back.
Thank heavens, I've grown out of that. It took marriage (to an engineer, which says so much), five children, and a cat of royal lineage to convince me that hey, I can say "No" sometimes. In fact, I can say "Hell, no" when someone decides that I should be their doormat.
I'm ashamed to admit that finding that self-respect has taken me a lifetime, but now that it's here, it's here to stay. I credit menopause for that. (Well, menopause and finally growing a backbone.)
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