People really do change a lot as they grow up.

I used to be a good girl, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, and I followed the principles set by my parents.
I repeatedly went against my own wishes, even when I heard their harsh words. No matter how upset I was, my first thought was always to avoid hurting them with my words.
For the first few decades, except for not listening to whom they wanted me to marry, I almost always went against my own feelings to comply, just to hear them say, "My daughter is so obedient."
But this year, when I heard again that a daughter should be like a little cotton-padded jacket, I felt it was PUA.
In the past, when dealing with relatives who weren’t good to me, I would buy things, send red envelopes, follow the routine because I thought they were my family.
But this year, I said, "Save first, then spend." I reciprocate to those who treat me well, and I don’t blame those who don’t. But I also don’t feel obligated to give.
I’ve gone from being a good girl to someone who prioritizes her own feelings. I don’t know if this counts as growth or just delayed rebellion!