Little Annie Hopeless

Thanks to our supporter, Annie, for her real life progress chart!! <3 

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I looked down at my blue pencil and up at the chart.  Another wet night.  I hadn't been dry for an entire week, and I knew it was wearing on Mommy's patience.  She made me start this stupid chart when my bedwetting began, and I knew she was close to giving up altogether.  Already she made me wear diapers to bed at night.  I pouted and crossed my third "Wet" box this week.

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"Oh Annie..." 

Annie's Mommy pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, looking at the chart. At this rate, the pretty little thing was going to need to start wearing diapers during the day sooner or later. Maybe giving a sense of false hope or expecting any change wasn't the best thing for little Annie.

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"It's not my fault!  I can't help it!" 

"You think that makes you more grown up?" 

My heart sank at the realization: I'd fallen right into that trap.  I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"L-listen, it'll get better.  It just... takes time..." 

"That's what you said 40 weeks ago." 

Mommy pointed to my chart again and I couldn't look up from my feet.

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"40 weeks ago, little darling, that's what you said - and what did I tell you? What did I say if you couldn't keep your bed dry, hmm? I'm pretty sure that you know - I said that if this doesn't clear up soon, then you're going to be in diapers full time. Now can you show me one single week when you were dry?"

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"I've been getting better..." 

But I hadn't been.  I had been getting worse.  Before, my games with Mommy were just that: games.  I'd wear diapers for fun or she'd put one on me to put me in my place.  But since this bedwetting started, our dynamic had become so permanent.  Standing up to her now felt wrong.  It felt like a little girl saying no to her mom.  I just couldn't do it.

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"And your day time wetting is only a matter of time at this rate, so let's nip this one in the bud, okay? It's because I love you." 

And it was!! All this stress on poor little Annie, it couldn't be good for a developing young mind - even a college aged one! This wasn't punishment, this was love. Because Annie deserved to be loved.