Eight-hour arguments aren’t all that unusual in long-term relationships, but gosh almighty did my husband and I have a whopper last night over Donald Trump.
It’s not that he’s a Trump supporter per se, he’s more of a Trump defender. Because he loathes Hillary Clinton so much.
Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself, because the thought that I am married to someone who can offer any sane defence of someone like Trump, of the things he does and says, makes me question my entire world.
We’re not the first couple to disagree about politics and we always have.
I’m a leftie and he’s conservative. How we ended up together, I’ll never know, but love and children keep us together, leaving us no choice but to either:
a. Never ever ever talk about politics, ever.
b. Talk about politics once, perhaps twice a year and get it all out in a huge, epic row.
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Last night was all about option b, but this morning we’re both still feeling pretty upset.
So it goes without saying that I am heavily invested in the outcome of the US election today, dramatically declaring to anyone who’ll listen that “if Trump wins, I’m not going home tonight” or “if Trump wins, my marriage is over”.
I probably will go home, and our marriage won’t be over, but the very thought of someone so morally bankrupt, sexist and pretentious leading the free world makes me feel ill.
And the fact that my husband disagrees with me about something so significant and so important to me makes me feel like us being together is a huge mistake.
We love each other so much. How can we not be on the same page? How can I raise my children with someone so different when it comes to my own core beliefs?
How can I spend the rest of my life with someone who can say a nice word about a person who has treated women so poorly? I think of all of the years of sexual harassment I endured during my first decade of employment and I think of my daughter, OUR daughter.