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.
Yup! I got called a “lump” a lot by my mother and step dad at the time. Not because I was fat, but because they said I was lazy. I’m sorry you had to grow up that way.