How Trump healed my broken heart
Fuck that guy. Fuck Trump too.
In 2013, I fell deeply in love with a man that I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. After six months of pure bliss, I started planning the wedding — I didn’t know he was sleeping with another woman.
I was destroyed when I found out. When I pushed for answers, he blocked me from every aspect of his life. He hasn’t spoken a word to me since that day. Over the years, I’ve spent too many hours wondering what I did wrong and why I wasn’t good enough. Being a millennial, of course I stalked his social media for clues, but it never gave me the closure I desperately needed. I tried moving on and dating other people. I found happiness in my life, but he was always there, looming in the background.
A few months ago, I was laying in bed going through my normal routine — Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, back to Instagram. Waiting for me at the top of my feed was *his* newest post. It was of a woman. He hadn’t dated anyone (that I knew of) in the years between our break up and now. The pit in my stomach urged me to click her profile. She was really pretty, they looked happy together… but I needed to know more. I continued my creep through her social media and discovered her Facebook profile where she proudly showed her love of Trump and the Republican party.
My first thought was, “Oh, she’s trolling. Funny.” But the further I scrolled, the more I realized she was serious. And he was right there with her, supporting everything she shared.
In that moment, it felt like the cord snapped. The man who I idolized in my memories didn’t exist. The real man was a racist who supports one of the most evil men in America. He was a man who would strip away all of my rights as an LGBTQ+ member and as a woman. The pain that I had carried with me for years was gone in an instant because I could never love a man who supported Donald Trump. So, for that, thank you, Trump. For everything else you’ve done, go fuck yourself.