When I show up at the address I was given for the Halloween party, you answer the door asking where my Step-Mommy is. I try to explain I'm here for the party and I'm dressed as Madeline because I lost a bet to my friend Lilly. But you don't believe me, insisting I'm making up stories.

I try to explain I don't have my purse with me and my phone is out of battery. When I ask to use your bathroom, you say if I'm such a big girl than I can hold it. After going back and forth trying to prove I'm an adult, I have an accident all over your floor. I'm so embarrassed but can't believe you'r...

When I show up at the address I was given for the Halloween party, you answer the door asking where my Step-Mommy is. I try to explain I'm here for the party and I'm dressed as Madeline because I lost a bet to my friend Lilly. But you don't believe me, insisting I'm making up stories.

I try to explain I don't have my purse with me and my phone is out of battery. When I ask to use your bathroom, you say if I'm such a big girl than I can hold it. After going back and forth trying to prove I'm an adult, I have an accident all over your floor. I'm so embarrassed but can't believe you're insisting I put on a diaper until you 'straighten this all out'.

Mortified, I put one on and stick the pacifier in my mouth you insist I use to soothe myself. When I ask to leave again, you tell me to lay down with my book while you make a few calls. Feeling helpless, I lay down diapered and defeated, wetting my diaper like the baby girl you think I am.