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.
I think it was mostly laziness on her part.
She always said that if we wanted to go to college, we had to do it all ourselves, because she wasn’t going to help.
When my bro was in high school, he took the bus. Starting community college meant she’d have to drive him or buy him his own car, which I’m sure she didn’t want to do.
But, you’re right, she might also have resented that my dad bought me a car .
She’s such a bizarrely dishonest person, it’s difficult to understand her motivations.