The truth was unmistakable. Diapers never lie. I rolled up the wet pull-up into a ball and chucked it angrily in the trash can.
“Why does this have to be so hard!”
I didn’t mean to yell, but I just couldn’t keep it inside either.
I sat down on the floor in the corner of my bedroom without bothering to put on another pull-up, rubbing my hands at eyes that were beginning to tear up. Why did this have to be so difficult? Everything was supposed to be better now. I was free, living with people that cared about me. I had pull-ups again and access to the toilet whenever I needed to go.
