Natalie Gets Babysat Jun 24, 2018 9:14:09 GMT
Post by Bad Beth on Jun 24, 2018 9:14:09 GMT
Natalie gets Babysat
Anxiety disorder is one of the disorders many people do not understand. They understand autism better than they do with anxiety. Most people think anxiety is something you can turn on and off and something you can control with pills and you are normal. No one takes it seriously. Even my own dad doesn’t understand it but my mum did. Daddy understands it too so he doesn’t do anything to stress me out or that would upset me too much.
Today marked the anniversary of my autistic son’s death. He had gotten outside and wandered off and fell into the reservoir and drowned. I honestly felt relieved he was gone because he was abusing me and was a threat to my new son Tristian so it was all over and we were both safe. Social services were not doing much to take him away. Instead they just wanted to help him with his aggression so we would all stay together but instead it was tearing this family apart. I never told anyone but Daddy how happy I was for him to be gone. He told me to not ever say that again because it would be used against me. No one would ever understand how bad this was for me and how it was affecting me and what stress does to my brain. No one takes anxiety seriously because no one would have been understanding and have pity for me but they would have if I had another disorder. Even autistic people wouldn’t have understood and they just cannot see how stressful caring for an autistic child can be and they wouldn’t have understood anxiety either. It was like mother nature had spared my life and Tristian’s.
I could smell a foul odor in my cot. I felt my messy nappy and went back to sleep.
I woke up to Daddy coming in my nursery. I heard him get the stuff ready to change me and he unlatched the cot railing and slid it down.
“Someone is stinky,” he said.
He lifted me out of the cot and laid me on the floor above the changing pad.
He took off my pajamas and plastic pants and undid my nappy. He cleaned me with adult wipes. He wiped my whole bottom.
It took him a while to clean me up and he used one of Tristian’s nappies to catch my accident I was having. He put it with my messy nappy and then he took the unfolded the nappy and put it under me. I saw what nappy he had picked out and it was a printed Fabine nappy. Then he was putting rash cream on me and then he put baby powder on me and taped the nappy on.
Next, he got me dressed for the day in one of my adult baby outfits. He picked out the carousel outfit that was made for me as a present by my mother in law. He carried me downstairs and set me down in the living room. He turned the TV on for me and put on a cartoon for me.
I felt a fresh steam of urine hitting my nappy. It was growing warmer and warmer in the middle.
“Did my baby girl just have an accident in her nappy?” Daddy asked.
He kissed me on the head and said, “That is what babies do. They go potty in their nappies.”
I massaged the outside of it.
The urine soaked into the nappy and I was feeling dry again. Daddy felt down there too. “It’s all nice and squishy,” he said. “It’s so sexy when you pee in your nappy.”
He kept rubbing me there until I orgasmed.
“I gotta start breakfast now,” he said.
He stopped rubbing me and stroking my back and went in the kitchen.
I got on the computer and waited for it to load. It’s very slow now because it’s old. There are some websites I can’t even use anymore like Twitter and Facebook because they freeze up and take too long to load. I was on Reddit reading when Daddy called me to the table.
I saw he had made pancakes with eggs.
I left my computer and went to the table and Daddy got out a bib for me. He tied it around my neck and started cutting my pancakes into tiny pieces. Then he poured syrup all over them and then he sat down next to me.
I noticed Daddy had forgotten to give me a spoon.
“You forgot my spoon,” I said.
“Babies eat with their hands,” he said.
He ate with a fork and knife while I ate with my hands. They got all sticky and I made sure to eat like a baby.
Daddy giggled, “You’re so cute. My little girl is eating like a baby.”
I ate with both hands and then I was done and I felt full. I felt I had eaten too much.
Daddy cleaned me up with a wet rag and took my bib off. I went back to the computer.
“Honey, I am taking you over to a babysitter today,” said Daddy.
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah, I have something to do today so I got you a sitter.”
“Why?’ I asked.
“Because you are a baby.”
“Why can’t I come with?” I asked.
“Because daddies need a break from their little girls sometimes.”
“Am I that much work still?” I asked.
“I’m role playing honey.”
“So I don’t have a sitter after all?” I said.
“Oh you have one, it’s someone I know from work who will be watching you.”
“She knows about us?”
“Yeah, she offered to watch you some time so I said sure. Don’t worry, you two will have fun.”
“Is she going to baby me too?” I asked.
“Maybe. She might change you too.”
“I don’t need a baby sitter,” I whined.
“Too bad,” Daddy smiled.
“When will she be here?”
“She isn’t coming here, you are going to her. I will be taking you there shortly.”
“It will be fun,” he said. “Besides, we have talked about this and you were fine with having a sitter some time.”
“I didn’t think you were serious,” I said.
“Sorry, do you not want one after all, I can cancel.”
“No it’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” Daddy asked.
“Am I going in this outfit too?” I asked.
“Yep. You are a baby today.”
Daddy and I worked out in the living room for 25 minutes and I turned my WiiU system off when I was done.
“Did my baby girl have fun with her work out?” Daddy asked.
“Yes Daddy, I love it when you work out with me,” I said.
“I gotta get in shape again and I love doing it with my baby girl. We probably should do the gym again sometime. We’ll both stay in shape.”
Daddy felt my muscular arms and my thighs and my butt and my belly and rib cage. He also felt my tiny belly pooch. It’s flat when I lay down or suck in my belly.
Later, Daddy had my nappy bag packed and he had my teeth brushed and my hair and he put my coat on. He took me out to the car and I grabbed the seatbelt but he slapped my hand and told me this was Daddy’s job. He buckled me in and tossed the nappy bag in the backseat and he got in on the driver’s side. He gave me my dummy and put it in my mouth and told me to leave it in.
We headed for the babysitter’s and Daddy started to tell me about her.
“I think you will have fun, she isn’t into the ABDL thing but said she would watch you any time, she seemed interested, I would say more curious about the life style.”
“Is she going to change me?” I asked through my dummy.
“She knows that is possible.”
The drive was about nearly an hour long and Daddy pulled over and I was about to get out of the car when he slapped my hand. He got out of the car and opened my car door and unbuckled my seat belt.
He grabbed my nappy bag and he closed the car door and took my hand and led me to the front door. Daddy rang the doorbell and the lady came and answered.
I was shocked to see she didn’t look old at all. She had brown hair and tanned skin and she looked to be younger than 50 but I wasn’t sure how old she was. I do not think she was a young adult or she wouldn’t have been working with Daddy.
“Hi, this is my wife here Natalia,” he told her.
“You have her dressed looking like a little girl,” she said.
“Natalia, this is Melina,” Daddy introduced her.
“You actually were serious when you said you have her dress like a little girl, she also has a dummy too,” said Melina.
“And a sippy cup,” Daddy added and he showed it to her he had in my nappy bag.
We went inside and I looked at the hallway and her living room. I just sat down on the sofa taking my nappy bag. I opened it and took out my 3DS I hacked.
“I will be back in a few hours, you have my number, call me if there is a problem. I have her snacks in her nappy bag and her sippy cup has juice in it. She can play her videogames and read, I also have some toys in there too and all her nappies are in there and everything you need for it,” Daddy said.
He kissed me bye and said in my ear “You be a good little girl and let her change your nappy when she decides to and do everything she says because she is in charge.”
Then he headed out the door.
My nappy was still good to go and it didn’t need to be changed. It was wet but I knew it would hold more. I had peed in it again on the way here. I like peeing in them because it gives me a sense of security. Feeling it getting warm and feeling it wet reminds me of the nappy doing its job of keeping my accident contained.
“Does your husband really treat you like a little girl?” Melina asked.
“Sometimes when we have a daddy and little girl day,” I said through my dummy.
“You can take that thing out,” she said.
I let it fall out of my mouth.
“So you’re curious about ABDL?” I asked.
“I was actually joking when I told him I would baby sit you and he got very excited about it.”
“Why didn’t you tell him you were kidding?” I asked.
“I didn’t want to embarrass him.”
“You could have made up excuses to not watch me like be busy and have other things to do.”
“He was asking me for other times I am available so what could I say?”
“So you’re obligated to watch me, I wonder how much he is paying you.”
“He is paying me nothing.”
“Actually, I told him I didn’t want any quid.”
“So, you are not into any of this stuff?” I said.
I started to feel weird with how I was dressed.
“Do you want anything, tea?” Melina asked.
“No, I’m fine, but thanks” I said.
Melina went in the kitchen and she made herself some tea and came out.
“So where is your son?” she asked.
“With his grandparents,” I said.
“Yours or your husbands parents?”
There was more awkward silence.
“Are you okay with all of this your husband is doing?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“He didn’t force you or anything?”
“No. I wanted a guy to treat me like his baby girl and he wanted someone to be his baby girl, his ex wife wouldn’t do it so they divorced and she was a B-I-T-C-H anyway.”
Melina had a look on her face like something had hurt.
“Nothing was ever good enough he did and she was always accusing him and playing head games with him,” I explained.
There was more silence.
“So, what made you joke about baby sitting me?” I asked.
“We were just talking. I have a brother who is severely autistic so I have had my share use of nappies and taking care of someone and I know how overwhelming that is. We all have to worry what is going to happen with him. I heard you had a son with it too and he passed away if I understand.”
“Yes. Such a shame he is gone,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how hard it must be.”
“How did the whole topic about ABDL come up between you two?” I asked.
“He was telling me all about you when we were talking about my brother. He was telling me how this lifestyle works for you and I jokingly said I would watch you if he ever needs a break and I was just playing along with him but I didn’t know he actually thought I was serious until he asked me at work the following week. I didn’t mean for it to end up this way so I apologize.”
“My husband can be very literal,” I said.
“Is he literal a lot at work?”
Melina asked me questions about my AB life and then she asked me about my incontinence like how it affects me and my marriage.
“It can be very hard,” I said. “I don’t really like it because I can’t just stop it if I need a clean nappy and I have no way of changing. If I get stuck in a disaster or I run out of nappies because I was not able to get anymore, I am screwed. If we ended up broke and could no longer afford them, I am screwed but I know my dad will pay for them. I am sure my in laws would help too. Also changing them when I am messy is not easy either but I am used to it. It has limited me before because I wouldn’t be sure if there would be a place for me to change. But I can mess any time and then you might notice the smell.”
“At least you don’t stick your hands in there and smear it.”
“Does your brother do it?”
“He did. It was always nasty and gross.”
“My son never did that luckily.”
“Since you’re here, would you like to go out and do anything? I can loan you some of my clothes so you won’t have to go out like that.”
“What would you like to do?” I asked.
“I was thinking about going to The Tower of London. We can also go look at the site where Ann Boylen was executed.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Oh no, I forgot, would this be fine with your medical condition?” Melina asked.
“Just as long as there will be toilets.”
“Oh good. Let’s go up to my room.”
I followed her upstairs and she went in her wardrobe and started taking out some clothes. They all looked too adult like. She picked out an outfit for me and I started to take off my shirt. I put the shirt on and then I started removing my trousers.
“Ooo,” said Meilna.
“What? We’re both women,” I pointed out.
“I didn’t think you were going to undress in front of me especially if your pants aren’t normal.”
“It’s only a nappy, I am not ashamed of it.”
I put the trousers on and then Melina said, “Oh my.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I underestimated your size. You’re so skinny, my clothes are too big.”
She tugged at them and said, “They are baggy.”
“I don’t mind it, at least these stay up.”
“You’re okay with wearing loose clothes?” Melina asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Just as long as they stay up and don’t fall down. I under estimated your size, I didn’t know you were this big.”
Then I realized what it sounded like.
“I don’t mean you’re fat, you look normal,” I clarified.
“I know what you meant.”
I looked at the outfit again in the mirror. I felt a fresh steam of urine again forming in my nappy.
“I didn’t realize they made cute nappies for adults,” said Melina.
“Yeah, medical nappies get boring, we have printed knickers and printed boxers for men so why not nappies?”
“Area all those scars from when you were a kid? Your husband mentioned car accident so that is why you have no control over your bladder.”
“And bowels,” I added. “Yeah I got these ugly scars too from it. Some I got from my son and from my cat and when I did some self-harm in my teen years. I don’t think I could be a model unless I can model clothes that cover my body and they can remove my scars through photo shop.”
“True,” said Melina.
I headed back downstairs to the living room. I felt the outside of my nappy feeling how wet it is now.
I played my Nintendo 3DS while Melina got ready and we took the underground to the Tower of London. I carried my nappy bag on my chest.
“You look like a tourist,” Melina said.
“Why?” I asked.
She pointed to her chest.
“I don’t want to risk pickpockets,” I said. “London is a hotspot for it.”
“Are you okay under here, it’s not too loud is it or too many people?”
“None of this bothers me,” I said.
We walked and the she told me, “You do know that carrying that bag on your chest is going to attract attention, they look for tourists.”
“I don’t want anything taken.”
“What do you have in there?”
“My gaming system and my snacks and drink and nappy supplies, toys and coloring.”
“Oh honey, they only want your passport and your wallet. They don’t want your game system and that other stuff.”
“They can still get money for it, just pawn it,” I said.
Melina didn’t bother me about my bag again.
I felt weird she had to pay for me because I didn’t have my wallet because baby girls didn’t carry money or need their wallet and she was supposed to be my baby sitter and take care of me.
We got to the Tower of London and Melina paid for me again. The Tower of London is actually a castle and King Henry VIII lived there and then it was used as a prison until 1952.
I saw the gatehouse and the inside of The Tower of London looked like a village because of the buildings inside the walls. We looked in the White tower and toured each floor. It had a restaurant and a shop to buy snacks on the main floor. I started to feel pressure and then I was pooping my nappy. I ignored the mess and continued looking. They also had weapons on display in other rooms and armory they wore. They also had photos and the block they used fore prisoners to rest their heads on before they went off with their heads and they had the ax on display too they used for it. I also could see The Tower Bridge outside and the other buildings for The Tower of London. They even had a gift shop so I looked in there.
“Natalia, do you change your own nappies?” Melina asked me quietly.
“Okay. Do you have trouble with it?”
“Okay, you just haven’t changed so I wondered. I thought maybe you were too embarrassed to tell me you need help with it.”
It would feel awkward to let her change me and suck her into it when she didn’t even want to get into the whole ABDL thing.
When we got finished looking at the White Tower, I had to find the toilet. I looked on the map I had with.
“I am going to use the changing room,” I said.
I needed to change before I leaked. I had enjoyed the mess long enough.
I went to the changing room and it was made for babies but I didn’t care. I needed to change and needed privacy. Daddy had packed me printed nappies. He really was giving me a baby day. I picked Dotty the Pony nappy to wear.
I changed and threw my dirty nappy away in the trash can and washed my hands and left.
I resumed looking at The Tower of London. I saw Henry VIII’s bedroom. I also walked around the walls and saw the Bloody Tower and the area where they used to torture inmates. I wondered how people were cruel back then? Did we used to be sociopaths? How could anyone do it?
I went to the Crown Jewels and looked around. I also got to see the cannons and the cattlepult. I sat on a bench and I heard re enactments going on by actors.
My tummy grumbled so I gave myself a snack. It was baby food and Daddy had packed some baby spoons for me and I drank my juice. Too bad I didn’t have an actual baby sitter, I would have to tell Daddy about the mix up so she wouldn’t have to watch me again.
After I was done with one jar and I put the spoon away and walked around again.
I found Melina again.
“There you are, I was looking all over for you.”
“I didn’t know where you were so I looked around, what have you looked at so far?” I asked.
Melina took out her map and pointed to the places.
“Did you see the Tower Hill yet?” I asked.
“Not yet, I want to look around still.”
I followed her and I had my 3DS I could play.
I have been thinking of getting used 3DS’s and hack them to sell and I would have extra money. It would cost me 1.79 pounds including VAT.
“Have you eaten?” Melina asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay. I am hungry so I am going to get a bite to eat.”
We saw the re enactment as we walked by and Melina went to the café and bought a sandwich to eat.
We walked around some more and we looked at Traitor’s Gate. The moat was all filled in so there was not any water anymore.
We got done looking around and we left the place and went to the spot where Ann Boleyn lost her head.
Next we went to the Tower Bridge and just walked across it.
“Natalia, do you want to go see the bridge?”
“Okay,” I said.
I decided I would pay her back with the costs. I would tell Daddy about the mix up when he comes back so he can write her a check for my admissions and underground ticket.
We went inside the bridge and she paid for us and we looked around. We saw the engine room and we went to the top and walked across the transparent floor. I saw cars and buses and taxis below me. People were getting on the knees and taking pictures with their phones. I got on the ground too. I put my hands down and looked down below me. Then I got up and went back down the stairs. They had TVs with videos playing about the history of the bridge. Then I looked in the shop next and Melina had found me outside.
“You done?” I asked.
“I am, I assume you are too?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Ready to leave and head home?”
“Yes,” I said.
I assumed she meant her place. We went back to the station and I took out my ticket and scanned it and put it back in my nappy bag again. We headed to the train and waited.
I could feel the dampness in my nappy. I felt the train coming and it stopped and people got off and we got on. I sat down and played my 3DS again.
When we were back at our station, I didn’t even need my underground ticket anymore so I just gave it to some homeless person I saw. He was busking and he wasn’t even supposed to so I just gave him my ticket and pointed to the sign.
Melina was laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You gave him your ticket.”
“So, he can get to places faster now,” I said.
We walked back to her house and once we got back, I changed into my outfit again. I put my dummy back in my mouth and took out my coloring book and crayons and started to color on the floor.
“Are you a little girl in public too?” Melina asked.
“Sometimes,” I said. “Are you friends with my husband?”
Just a short bit later, there was a door bell and Melina answered it and it was Daddy.
“Was she good?” he asked.
“Yes she was, she more normal than I thought,” I thought I heard.
“That good, she must have had a good day then. What did you do together?”
“We went to The Tower of London and we saw The Tower Bridge.”
“We should pay her back,” I said from the living room.
I got up and went up to them and said, “she had to pay for my train ticket and admission for the museums.”
“Oh, I can pay her back sure,” said Daddy.
I was expecting him to write her a check but he took nothing out.
“Aren’t you going to pay her back?” I asked.
“I don’t have my checkbook so I would have to do it at work.”
“That’s okay,” said Melina.
“How did you like this whole baby thing?” Daddy asked.
“We didn’t do it,” I said.
“Oh, so it was just a regular day?” Daddy asked.
“Yeah we just went out as friends and she borrowed my clothes,” said Melina.
“They were big too,” I added.
“Thanks for watching her, I hope you had fun,” Daddy told Melina.
“We did,” said Melina.
“Will you want to watch her again then?” Daddy asked.
“Erm,” Melina said.
“We can do it again as friends,” I said. “This time, not baby sit me.”
“Okay,” was all Melina said.
“So you decided this whole thing wasn’t for you?” Daddy asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
Daddy and I left and Daddy strapped me in the passenger seat. Daddy got in on his side and we went home.
“I have a surprise for you when we get home,” he said.
“What is it?”
“You will see.”
I now felt anxious what it would be. Did he get me any Shopkins? Did he buy me more ABDL nappies, was I offered a role for a film?
“Daddy, Melina told me she was just joking with you when she said she would baby sit me but she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to embarrass you,” I said.
“Really? She was just joking when she offered to baby sit?”
“Yes,” I said.
“She didn’t tell me.”
“That was because she didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“I am embarrassed for her.”
“So you’re not embarrassed,” I asked.
“No, it wasn’t my mistake. She should have just said something than not tell me so it’s on her.”
“I am glad you don’t feel bad,” I said.
“Why would I? She should have said something but didn’t. I’m a guy, I don’t get upset easily. Normies are so weird about these things. Just think how much easier life would be if everyone were just honest than being worried about embarrassing someone. And I was a bad daddy for getting you a bad baby sitter but next time I will be sure to get you a better one. This one didn’t take very good care of you so my baby girl had to fend for herself.”
When we got home, Daddy took me inside.
“Do you need changed?” he asked.
“I think it can hold more but it’s a little smelly,” I replied.
Daddy checked my nappy and he said I was really wet.
“I have a surprise for you upstairs.”
He took me up the stairs and I was walking up. Then I was on the first floor and Daddy told me to go up to my nursery.
I went up there and I noticed a new thing in my nursery. I saw a gurney against the wall and it was a changing table.
“You got me a changing table finally, where did you get it?” I asked.
“Someone on Fetlife was selling it so me and your father picked it up and brought it here, we had to rent a pick up lorry.”
“Is that why I was with a baby sitter?’
“Yes. Were you surprised?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” said Daddy.
I climbed up on the changing table and laid down.
Daddy still got out a changing pad and put it under me. He got the nappy supplies and he picked another ABDL printed nappy for me. I didn’t have a say in it because daddies get to decide what nappies to put on their baby girls.
He pulled my trousers down and undid my nappy. Daddy got a wipe and started cleaning me up. He held my legs in the air and asked, “Do you feel like a real baby?”
“Mmmm,” I said.
“I see you also pooped, did your baby sitter change you or did you do it yourself?”
“Myself,” I said. “I didn’t think she would want to since she didn’t intend to baby sit. How bad was the poop?”
“Not bad, you have some of it and some is on your nappy too,” he showed me the used wipe.
Daddy rubbed a clean wipe around my pussy and around my asshole. It felt so good. I even peed on my wet nappy.
Daddy cleaned me up again. Then he took the wet nappy away and unfolded the clean one and put it under me. Then he spread rash cream on and wiped the rest off on the clean nappy and he sprinkled baby powder on and taped the nappy closed. Daddy put the trousers back on me and threw my used nappy away. Then he took the dust liner out and took it out to the dustbin. He came back inside and washed his hands. I was on my computer again.
Daddy made dinner again and he treated me like a baby again by putting a bib on me and putting my food on one of our son’s plates and giving me his silverware to use. He also had my food cut into tiny pieces so I wouldn’t choke on it and reminded me to eat like a baby.
I did and he gave me dessert when I was done eating.
Daddy cleaned me up with a wet rag when I was finished, and he took my bib off and let me play a little more.
Daddy put me to bed at nine and he put plastic pants on me and got me into my pajamas and tucked me into my cot. Tomorrow I will have a normal day.
Tristian came home the next day from my in laws. I was still in my pajamas from yesterday and I was just my old self again than a baby girl. Pam and Darrin saw me in my pajamas. Tristian was happy to see us. I picked him up and held him and kissed him. Then I let him play with his toys.
“He just ate,” Pam told us.
After they left, Daddy just did his own thing again leaving me alone with Tristian. I watched him like he was some puppy while I was on my computer. I even changed him when I felt his nappy was fluffy like a marshmallow. I cleaned house while he played. I did the dishes and swept and spot cleaned the kitchen floor.
For dinner I had to fend for myself and for Tristian. I just gave him some healthy food and I cooked myself up some mac and cheese and put grated cheese on it. I left Daddy some too for in case he wanted any. Tristian wanted some of the mac and cheese so I gave him a little from the kettle. Daddy did come down eventually and he didn’t want any so he made himself something else.
I was also the one who had to put Tristian to bed because Daddy was too busy with his computer. Tristian cried in his cot and I stayed up watching youtube videos. I was watching videos about crazy fat activists and watching videos by Catloading. I just love reading how delusional they are and I even think they must have a low IQ because no one can possibly be this stupid. Catloading speaks against fat acceptance. She was once part of it and let herself gained weight because of it and I think she did that when she was a minor but then she gained IQ points when she saw through their bullshit and left the group. She was an adult so she got smarter. I think I can give minors a free pass on that stupidity because they are just kids and don’t know any better and their brains are not that far developed yet so they will still lack logic and not have the same level of understanding as adults do. I am sure I believed in some stupid stuff when I was a kid, Santa Claus being one of them and the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy. I tried to recall what dumb things I believed in my teen years. Oh yeah, I thought it was okay to speed on the roads if there were hardly any cars and driving fast on ice. I nearly slid off the road once and that taught me to drive slow in the snow. But yet lot of people still don’t know how to drive in the snow on the West Coast and lot of people go above the speed limit anyway. But I am sure smarter than them because I know going fast gets you nowhere and speeding is very dangerous, and I figured all that out as a young adult. I had sure gained IQ points from all that, anyone who joins the Fat Acceptance crowd loses IQ points. Boy do I love making fun of them on r/fatlogic because I hate stupidity. Wanna know why people are bad drivers, because they think they are good drivers and think they can weave in traffic and cut people off or pull out in front of people and do illegal u turns or turn on red and even go fast like they are in Germany. I’ve even flipped drivers off but I never hold my finger up where they can see it and I don’t do road rage, only bad drivers do. I also want to get a dash cam because of so many idiots on the road and pedestrians and cyclists.
I slept with Daddy that night since it was a normal night and he changed me the next morning and got himself ready for work. This time he had put a normal nappy on me NHS covers. They give me good brands to wear than crappy ones like the US does for incontinent people. People over there have to fight their medical insurance to get good nappies.
I took care of Tristian all day and he played downstairs while I was on my computer and I did some cleaning again and laundry.
Daddy came home from work in the evening and told me he paid Melina back with a check but she got upset with him for some reason.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” sighed.
“What was going on when she got upset?” I asked.
“We were just talking. I apologized for the misunderstanding and that go her upset somehow.”
“What was the misunderstanding?”
“Her wanting to baby sit and I told her “Sorry for the misunderstanding.”
“And that made her mad?” I asked.
“Yes. People are very strange. Then I told her “I don’t know why you are mad, I’m sorry you are mad” and that got her even angrier. I swear this is a woman thing because men don’t ever get this upset with me.”
“Lot of guys don’t understand women,” I said.
“My father used to say “women, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”
“Maybe she didn’t think it was a real apology because people don’t see it as a real apology when you don’t put the blame on yourself,” I said.
“I did apologize for the misunderstanding,” Daddy pointed out.
“No, maybes she wanted you to say, “Sorry I caused this misunderstanding, it was all my fault and I was an idiot for taking it all seriously” and “Sorry I got you upset, I didn’t mean to get you upset.” You see, people want to hear you hate on yourself when you apologize so they know it’s real. They want you to put yourself down and put all the blame on your self than on them. They call it a fake apology when you are not blaming yourself. Saying “sorry for the misunderstanding” they don’t see that as a real apology. They want to hear you say how stupid you were and how it was all your fault for misunderstanding them and how it was your fault for taking it all literal. They want you to put yourself down, that is how real apologies work. I figured this one out in my adulthood just by reading online.”
“Okay I will try that when I go to work tomorrow, I will tell her how stupid I am and what a moron I am and how I am so socially dumb but yet very smart in computers and logic,” said Daddy.
The next day Daddy came home and I asked if he tried the apology I told him about and he said, “yep, and she isn’t upset with me anymore Then she apologized for not telling me sooner that she was joking. Wow, so that is how social interaction works. Forty years and I never knew this.”
“Now you have gained some social IQ points,” I said.
“I sure have all thanks to you,” said Daddy. “We make a good team,” he said rubbing my back and giving me a kiss on the face.
I couldn’t help but wipe the wetness off.