Election Overreaction: Woman Stops Looking for Husband Because of Trump
Stephanie Land was REALLY bummed after the election of Donald Trump. So bummed, in fact, she stopped searching for a husband because all hope for the future is lost.
It was August 2016 and Land was setting up date after date because she “had decided that [she] was ready to look for a partner.” She needed someone who could be her equal and fit into a family of two kids and a “needy dog.”
“A man,” she continues playing the feminist card, “who wouldn’t feel the need to step in and rescue me.” A sentence later, of course, she admits that was only partially true because, in the end, she is lonely and would like someone to be with after the kids are in bed, something she has missed for nearly ten years.
Of those August dates, Land honed in on two as real potentials before deciding she liked one a little more than the other. But then it happened, and her plans changed forever:
Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.
Land was so confident of a Hillary Clinton win that she had promised her daughter would be getting her tooth pulled on the same day as America elected its first female president. But she was wrong and now felt “scared” to send her daughter to school, “out into the big sky country of the red state where we live.”
Even though the man Land was keen on also felt the same “hopelessness” and “fear” about the future under President Trump, she could no longer “reach out to him anymore” — even though he also had a daughter and was equally concerned about instances of sexual assault rising. (Seriously.)
Instead, she chose to focus on her “community of friends” and “fiercely love the people close to [her] instead of learning to love someone new.”
“I can’t,” she told him in surrender to the emotions. “I just can’t.”
So, not only is matrimony out of the picture but so is hope:
I’ve lost the desire to attempt the courtship phase. The future is uncertain. I am not the optimistic person I was on the morning of Nov. 8, wearing a T-shirt with “Nasty Woman” written inside a red heart. It makes me want to cry thinking of that. Of seeing my oldest in the shirt I bought her in Washington, D.C., that says “Future President.”
There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.”