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.
Mine posted a hangman’s noose on Facebook with reference to my old place of work. Basically calling for the lynching of everyone inside and all people like us.
There was a lot of other stuff besides but that was when I knew for sure the person I used to know was gone.