Mine is from the realization that I'd been liberated from all the stereotypical bs, at least in my head, at least at the time, of being raised fatherless. Not totally fatherless, I do have one, but he's never wanted anything to do with me. Totally shunned me as a kid. Then when my mom died (47 then, 52 now) my aunt told me that he told her that (when I was 4, when they split up) that if he couldn't be in my life all the time he wouldn't be in it at all.
So. After years of hurting and as a kid not knowing how to deal with the ********, then as an adult saying fu, I can be my own person, I find out this tidbit of info. ..... I am no longer liberated. I am now chained to the fact that I have to be a "good child" and respect and do for my father, NOT BECAUSE HES EVER DONE FOR ME, but because I was raised by good people and taught to respect my elders.
So, Liberada used to have meaning. Now...it's just a pretty word. ☹️️