Was dating an absolute skank, the kind where people would look at you with sadness/pity, because they knew her.

We were moving into a house, that her friends were moving out of. I remember HELPING her friends move shit into their moving truck, and feeling "alpha" and I was virtue signalling that I was a gentleman. God I hate that memory. At least I know now.

This was also back when I thought opening up and being sensitive to a SO would make me seem "woke."

I can't hate myself for my past.. only remember not to relive it.