Constantly keeping Daughter's recent 'bad decisions' to the fore at all times finally paid off, and she came sobbing into my bedroom one evening, after i'd angrily sent her to her room for some misdemenour, asking to talk to me. I took her onto the bed and sat her next to me where she told me that she's basically competing with her "best friend" for friends!
This "best friend" is the one who had been going home crying, saying all sorts of bad things to her Mother about my Daughter. The Mother who I now joyfully blank. The Mother who said that my Daughter and her Daughter need to stay away from each other. The Mother I think is a two-faced bitch. That Mother.
Anyway, that Mother also sent her daughter to the same school as mine (despite the fact that she had to appeal to get her daughter in there) and they ended up in the same class, which presumably that Mother doesn't mind or else she would have done something about it.
Well, Daughter is saying that "best fried" is ignoring her during the school day because she has made other friends, so Daughter then made friends with another girl through the buddy system. But "best friend" is jealous of this other girl and makes Daughter feel bad about her friendship. She also causes trouble after school when Daughter wants to walk with this other friend, but "best friend" has no one else to walk with and so wants Daughter to herself.
Confused? You will be!
Anyway, Daughter says she wanted the sweets to make other people in the class like her, like they like her "best friend", and one day she had to do a talk in front of the whole class and wanted to give everyone sweets before she did it, so they wouldn't laugh at her.
Ah! Now it all starts to make sense.
She was trying to sort out a problem at school, using her dysfunctional thinking, and she didn't even think to come to me for advice because her attachment is piss poor.
She remained a bit upset and clingy for the rest of the day, and whilst I am sure she's been a bit one-sided in her telling of what's going on, clearly we're getting near the truth now.
I asked her why she didn't just tell me this in the first place, after we had found out what she had taken the money for, and she said she didn't know. Oh well, Rome wasn't built in a day.
Before this confession, Husband arranged with the police woman to come around for a third time. She didn't turn up. That's pretty shit, ain't it?