To be succinct and private… My incubator worked me for weeks to build rapport and trust with me in my younger days, to get me to tell her a something that she would ultimately, and immediately use and weaponize against me and others.
This wasnt the first time I tried to have a relationship with her, but it did finally open my eyes and become the last. In the many many decades since, I’ve not so much as acknowledge her existence when crossing paths.
Man I feel like I had those moments all the time in my family. I’m just going to do this fun harmless thing and they’re going to enjoy it only to get hurt, yelled at or, grounded then be really really confused and try to get clarification on what the hell just happened and the response I get is “you know what you did!” Which made me more mad cause clearly I don’t and I’m an angry crier then I’d get the “I’ll give you something to cry about!”
Yeah I don’t have and will have have kids of my own…
But anyways, I relate and I’m so sorry that happened to you.