My stories I can't tell are quite galling....
years ago, in Bavaria, I had a friend who was quite fragile and seeking solace in Christianity. She wrote a book that reimagined Jesus in the present time as a gay hippie and a small church-adjacent publishing house published it.
She was then interviewed by one of the editors of the regional church newspaper about the book and her struggles. They discussed her suicidal tendencies and then the editor started an affair with her. He was married and his wife was pregnant with their third kid at the time.
The affair ended badly, but the friend is now, decades later, in a somewhat better place. The dirtbag editor, for whom this kind of stunt was probably a habit, never saw consequences afaik.
Where I live now (small European country), there's a well-known politician who identifies as a trans woman. I once, by complete coincidence, met his ex-wife.
According to her, she moved from her home country to where he lived to marry him, after meeting him on a student exchange. He left her suddenly when their baby was six months old, declaring she had 'become boring'. She struggled ever after to maintain her career as the main caregiver, lacking a family network in a country where family support is taken for granted in bringing up children.
He spent several more years as a man, working abroad, establishing his career. Then he 'came out' as a 'woman' and reinvented himself as a 'progressive female politician'. He is still in public life and still considered a cuddly progressive.
This one I'd love to shout from the rooftops but I can't without the ex-wife's permission (which I haven't even asked, given that she was so exhausted and seemed scared of her ex). Some fucking woman, leaving the caregiving to his discarded wife while cosplaying as a trailblazer for women ('first transwoman minister' etc).