Permission
Sophie Marie
She was never going to get it right—so I made the rules for her.
Sadie doesn’t listen.
She snaps, stomps, self-destructs—until she’s on the floor, shaking, begging for someone to take the decisions away.
That someone is me.
I give her structure. I give her shame. I give her exactly what she can’t ask for.
She puts the diaper on herself now.
She hands me the tape.
And when she’s wet and whimpering in public, under a pretty little dress I picked for her?
She doesn’t cry from humiliation.
She smiles.
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