A little something I posted on Facebook that I thought I’d share here:
It’s day two and I still don’t know what to think. “You’ve got to stay and fight,” “It’s only four years,” “What would happen if all the good people left?”
These are what I’m hearing from friends, but I don’t think I have it in me.
My country has betrayed me. It’s personal. Trump isn’t the problem. He’s just one person who is a racist, sexist, narcissist. A very sick man.
I feel betrayed because almost half of the people who voted in my country supported him. That’s even sicker.
I’ve researched other places to live and there’s some good options. Sure, no country is perfect, but I don’t think I can handle staying and watching as my country implodes, taking me with it. Besides, I’m not just looking at it from a position of fear (I’m terrified,) I also see it as a fun adventure that I’ve considered doing for some time anyway. Maybe now is the time to scratch that off my bucket list.
I just don’t believe there’s room here for an interracial gay couple anymore. Maybe there never was.
I have a lot of soul searching to do. Maurice and I both have. Hopefully together we can come up with a solution and move beyond the grief we’re feeling now.