I received a message from a family member who told me her Ukrainian friend was petrified.

Petrified of what? No longer being able to watch men being burned alive in trenches as they are showered with thermite from a horde of attack drones? Shit's gettin' fuckin' real out there. What are you doing to end human misery? Oh that's right, encouraging someone else's kids to get burned alive in a human meat grinder because the US military industrial complex is prepared to sacrifice every single Ukrainian generation from here on out to try and create attrition in the Russian Army before pursuing a major war with them.

How courageous of you. Thank you for your service. Veterans Day couldn't have been the same without you, you know, since you're making so many.

“I am sorry,” he said, “I understand.” Later that night, I briefly glanced at my husband and found myself not wanting to look into the eyes I love. I hated this divide. I wanted to touch his forearms and feel our connection, but I also felt an urge to punish him and deny him my touch.

What a horrible, awful, terrible person you are. What a fucking shit wife you are. You hate Trump more than you will ever love your husband.

Disgusting.

I was surprised he didn’t argue about the change in holiday plans. Normally, it would be a bone of contention because of how close he is to his family. Somewhere inside, he must understand what this election outcome means to me. I know he has empathy for me, for which I am thankful. I will hold onto this like a life raft as I try to figure out how we move forward with our marriage. ... I know he is a good man and he would do anything for a family member or friend, which makes what he has done even more infuriating and even more painful.

"how we move forward with our marriage." Exactly. You're already looking for excuses to leave him. Your marriage was never in trouble. You decided that the father of your children gave you the ick, and we all know how this works. You're going to cheat on him, you'll make excuses, but you won't tell him it's over for another several years.

I will not sit by a Christmas tree celebrating the birth of Jesus and sipping eggnog when I know how many people may now find themselves in grave — even deadly — danger because they cannot get the reproductive care they need. I will not unwrap gifts given to me by people who voted for a party that has talked about building internment camps and mass deportation.

You wanted have a Covid camps, no one has ever been denied mother's-life-saving abortions, and your determination to have your family raped or killed by those criminals we should be deporting is noted. You could try and learn why someone would vote for Trump, but you're too stupid and entitled to think you're wrong.

I will keep encouraging my friends and family to continue to hope and fight for this country.

You hate this country, you always have.

On Nov. 7, I saw my husband’s post was still up. It had more comments from Americans I believe had made a huge mistake two days earlier. I wanted to tell them all that they were wrong and they had no idea of the harm they caused by making that choice — or if they did know, then they should be ashamed of themselves. I don’t know how they can live with themselves.

They love their country more than you love your husband.

He blew me a kiss goodbye from the living room as he sat drinking from his favorite mug, seemingly oblivious to how upset I was. I stood at the door thinking about how I could express my hurt. I wanted to say something that would motivate him to erase his error, but I knew if my words were too demanding, or my voice was too filled with anger, it would get me nowhere. This is a woman’s challenge.

What a horrible woman you are. Men have a responsibility never to let their daughters turn into you.