Updated: Dec 20, 2021
The other day, I informed someone my home was an alcohol free space and that he was not welcome to bring his beer inside. For a moment, he was stunned by my calm assertiveness. Then, he became condescending. “Some of us never heal from our wounds because we limit our exposure to them”, he sneered.
I resisted defending my standards and held quietly firm in my choice to honor the boundaries I had constructed for my home space.