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.
Congratulations on getting almost all the way out. It sounds like the hoarded items thing will come up at some point, but you knew that.
Your reaction is a lot like that of people who’ve been parentified when they were younger (forced to take care of younger siblings). There’s a similar reaction out of the parents when the child doesn’t carry out the portion of The Plan devised for them.
There’s more honesty in a parent/child relationship where the parents tell the children they’re out the door on their 18th birthday so the children have time to plan. At least that way the children know for sure where they stand.