I don't like the word domesticated, as applied to myself. I like the idea of being a Wild Creature.
But I'm not.
I'm not a Wild Creature anymore. I'm married. I'm a mother. I have to consider more than just my own selfish instincts. And so perhaps it's time for me to come to terms with the word domesticated.
But then I remember that cats are, technically, "domesticated". Cats who don't come when you call, but will curl up with you in bed and keep you warm. Cats who will put a bloody corpse in your bed to show that they love you.
Domesticated, but not tame.