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.
Brother, i hope you are talking about your mom too in therapy
because the whole “I said mom hates me, and she responded by beating shitless… I have so much respect for her” is just as big a can of worms as your dad being a filthy whore.