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.
my dad basically told me how disappointed he was in me when he died.
because i didn’t play high school football.
i was 30.
he was a weird bitter dude, really hung up on sports and a lot of trivial nonsense. only thing he ever seemed to enjoy in life was cruises and gambling.
Look at it this way.
You did so well in life, the only thing he had to spew venom about was a utterly harmless choice you made as a child.
according to the rest of entire family I’ve done shit with my life because I’m not a multi-millionaire.
sounds like the rest of your family are pathetic, jealous assholes too.
you mean they are totally normal human beings? yes, they are very very normal.
Shoulda fucked with him and told him you played but never told him because you were disappointed in him.
He was just trying to live your life, fuuuck him.