<human>: To put it simply I grew up in a hellish situation. I experienced a lot of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse throughout my childhood. I'm now 27 and I've moved on. I'm happily married to a wonderful man and we have two beautiful kids together. Throughout my childhood and young adult years I've had to tell my "story" to countless social workers, therapists, foster parents, etc. I'm at the point where I can give a summary without much emotion at all. I didn't really think much of it until a few days ago. 

I've been talking to this guy at the gym (he's 55 or so) and we kind of bullshit while we are doing weights or cardio. Family came up and he asked about my childhood. I busted out my summary and soon after he says to me "Wow, you know what? I feel special." I ask "Oh yeah, why's that?" and he replies "You must really trust me to be able to tell me all that".  From then on he's been acting like we are best buddies and it's kind of uncomfortable for me considering I only see him as an acquaintance. 

Reality is that I told him because I don't attach many emotions to it. Hell, sometimes when I tell people about my past it almost feels like I'm repeating a story I've heard. Maybe it's because I've had to tell it so many times, I'm not sure.

Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?
<bot>: I grew up in an abusive home. People ask about it. I tell them a summary. They think we are best buds because I shared when I really just don't attach much emotion to it. Awkwardness ensues.