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Why She Pees...

 Last week the little sister, Kate, got in trouble for peeing herself and then lying about it. She's had a weak bladder her whole life and must be vigilant about going often or she has an accident. If she gets busy playing and nobody reminds her to go, it's inevitable. 

I am annoyed at the hassle, but tolerant that it's a medical situation. 

Then, tonight I realized Jane smelled like pee. There's no excuse. She can hold it for days if she wants to. She got in trouble (a cold shower to hose off her body). Then I realized her room stank and asked what was going on. She told me she'd been deliberately peeing herself each day for the last three days, "so that you'd smell it and think she did it and then she'd get in trouble." 

She's a sociopath. 

Who deliberately sits in their own pee for three days for the small thrill of getting their little sister yelled at? 

Well, two can play at this manipulation fight. I called Kate into the room and then had Jane tell her what she'd attempted to do to get Kate in trouble. I hugged Kate and reassured her that any time something goes wrong in the house I'll know to blame Jane and never Kate or James. 

I told Kate I loved her while I was hugging her. I asked Kate to be careful and never do things Jane suggests because Jane only wants to hurt Kate and get her in trouble. I told her I was sad that Jane was so mean and we hoped someday we could trust her but right now nobody trusted her and Kate should be wary and keep herself safe.

Jane was absolutely furious. Crying in fury while watching me hug Kate and reassure her. All her manipulation and lies out in the open, again. All her plans for making Kate hate me and align only with Jane (since Jane assumes Kate would hate me after getting in trouble) foiled yet again. Jane in trouble while nobody else was, again.

We've been here so many times. 

Theo thinks we're making progress because all these behaviors are coming out in the open. I dunno. It feels to me like she's digging in. I feel the war is just getting started for real.

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