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The car, one of a few, has finally given up the ghost. Not unexpected, just unexpectedly the date. Months ago the mechanic agreed it was on its engines last kilometers, fit to drive and safe, just that it was showing its age. After 25 years, and with no rust, it had finally given up the ghost. 👻

I can't help yet feel some sadness, not for an object, yet more the memories and the nostalgia of all things in life. Much like fictional Noddy in the 1990s and his iconic car. It's important to appreciate when an object has "given up the ghost" - humbly 'briefly lament it' - and onto the next used car shopping 🚗🙃🙂🥲

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 think the Iranians might be somewhat likely to use them because they were suddenly and illegally attacked by the U. S. for no reason at all, but I don't think they have any. And even if they do, they may not have a very good delivery system.

Trump, on the other hand, is impulsive, has very poor judgment, and is generally mentally unstable. He could decide to use them at any moment, particularly if he thinks that the war is not going the way he wants it to. The only thing that I think would stop him is if the military refuses to follow in order to use nuclear weapons, which it has done previously.