I Narrowly Escaped a MAGA Marriage
Ten years later, I realize how lucky I am…
It’s been ten years since he walked out the door. It’s not an anniversary I mark — in fact, it’s rare that it would come to my attention. But that day, back in 2014, I went to a party for my niblings while he was packing up his things. I posted the photos on Facebook and every now and then, those images pop up as a memory, reminding me of the day Lee moved out.
Back then, I felt certain that the destruction he’d caused would be fixed one day, that things would be made right. I believed Lee would eventually realize that his behavior during the breakup had been deplorable and that he’d write me a sheepish email, apologizing, and we would end up on friendly terms.
Instead, I was shocked to find that he would remain true to his promise to never speak to me again.
As the ten-year mark passes, I feel no sentimentality, no nostalgia. Not even for the few good times we had.
I do not feel love for that man, nor do I miss him. I remember what it felt like to love him, but I can’t understand why I did. I knew we were mismatched from the start. There were issues… But didn’t everyone have those?
The hardest obstacle was our worldviews and values. They seemed to be the same. We both wanted to get…
