It’s come to the point where I have to phone up my dodgy mechanic and ask him for a refund. I’m quite intimidated by the thought of having to get unpleasant with someone who’s useless with cars but otherwise quite personable.
This used to be me. 100%.
But after having counselling for depression and ‘finding me’ (such a cliche, but so true) I’m the polar opposite. Now, I can’t wait to have an opportunity to flex my new found powers. Powers? I believe in me. I believe I have rights. I believe other peoples rights don’t trump mine, regardless of their size, strength, power, position, education, contacts, etc.
I now accept that sometimes I’m going to have to put my foot down when someone tries to deny me my rights (like the right to have work that I paid for completed to a decent standard), and I don’t feel bad about that, why should I?
P.S. The pen IS far mightier than the sword! Conversations can go pear shaped, letters, when written carefully, can be very powerful indeed.