I have this small battered tin box with a really beautiful design etched into it, it lives on my coffee table. It's just a basic tin box but someone important gave it to me years ago.
My boyfriend was splitting the tobacco we'd bought between us into two, and put his clump in the box and got up to leave.
I knew obviously I would get it back when he came home later but I just didnt want it to leave my house. I didn't want it to potentially get lost and just - it's mine.
I have some issues with boundaries and people pleasing. But eventually I asked him to find a different container for the baccy because the box needed to stay with me.
He looked a bit bewildered and a little embarrassed like he'd done wrong and said of course, no problem.
I felt a twinge of discomfort but also a sense of a small victory - me 2 years ago would have just let him take it.
What small personal victory moments have you had? Interpret the phrase as you like 😊