I am Single, Post-Election Style
I’m sorry, but it appears we were never compatible
I spent most of this year in a relationship which was, at times, tumultuous. Much of the turmoil stemmed from the fact that I thought I knew him, but in reality, I didn’t know anything meaningful.
We’d run in the same social circles for decades; he was close friends with my first husband for a number of years. Yet, with all of the crossing of paths we had done, it seems we didn’t know anything of substance about one another.
There were a lot of little quirks I overlooked because I try not to sweat things that really aren’t of any consequence at the end of the day. Small annoyances, lifestyle and time management and finances. All of those things can be worked out in the form of an app or a spreadsheet, in all honesty.
Then the election drew near. In the blink of an eye, I learned I could not continue to entertain a relationship with this man. He comes from a long line of Trumpers, and he won’t directly admit it to me, but he is a Trumper himself.
Welcome to Trump Country!
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