Then people could have talked to me better about my ideas, kept me funded just enough to keep going and healthy enough. Retire me properly and politely when I was too old to stand and deliver. As it’s gone…and going… some are still trying to snoop my devices and pretending things. I don’t even know what people are pretending these days. I am old. I am not healthy. I don’t feel strong and confident at all.
I’m an unemployed single person limping along, literally.
I clearly do not have a mafia father to insist I am repaired and cared for well.