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My LinkedIn today:

I NEED CLIENTS!

Although I am on a fixed income and cannot make more than $1500 a month

On disability and rely on my Medicare

Never been able to hold down stable employment, although I am talented and best doing solo gigs

When people have recently been through the break up of a romantic relationship, I frequently hear one of them say, "I just need us to talk one more time so I can get closure." Often, I'm not sure that they really know what this "closure" thing is, and it just sounds like an excuse to postpone the inevitable.

Have you ever said that you needed closure after a break up? If so, what does closure mean to you? And just how important is it. . . really?

I've done some thinking and I've realized that my parents never raised me. They provided all the time but they didn't teach me things, spend time with me and when they did, my father never had 1 nice word, and when I say not 1 nice word, I mean not 1 nice word.

Every time, he scolds me over the tiniest thing and side-eye's at me, praying he finds something to scold me for again.

My mom is entirely submissive to him and joins in, despite her actually showing that she cares for me, unlike my dad who if my mom left him, would've been more than happy to leave me and my brother to fend for ourselves.

For this reason, it has been 16 years since I ate at a dinner table with them. I always took food to my room to avoid my fathers threats to beat me, him yelling at me me to shut up when I asked how his day was, and since my mom always got home hours after he did, he could treat me as bad as he wanted.

Once I grew and started going to the gym, his threats stopped. But his scolding remains, I dream of punching him in the face and telling him he's the worst father in the world.

I'm at my wits end with my father, I hate being around him, he's angry, he never says one nice thing and he's even gone as far as to ask my mother if I even need my medicine for my Cystic Fibrosis.

I am only just now realizing on my own, all that I missed out on from them giving up on me making it to 20 years old when I was born with Cystic Fibrosis. I love my mother, she's stood by me through everything but she just didn't have it in her to raise me at all.

She never even tried to raise me, she just insulted me until I was too big. And once I became a gun owner, he became afraid of me.

He should be, he pressed his hand against my head, calling me an embarrassment of a son and warning me not to test him as his breath reeked of beer one night camping when I was 11. If he did that again now, I'd show him who the weak one always was: Him

Did your parents raise you?

I prefer to go to the shops for anything I want to buy, but sometimes I need to use the Internet, and I make sure I'm available at home for the delivery.

This means I have to use my holidays from work, or time off to stay at home, perhaps all day waiting for my parcel.

There seems a better way, and that is parcels are left in secure lockers in convenient locations for the customers to collect at a suitable time.

Have you used this system?

What's your opinion?