We had some of our ugliest fights over that very thing.
Knock down, drag out, hurling insults at each other kind of fights. Back when I still saw the world in black and white, he saw gray. That made me see red.
This was long before Hilary. Long before Trump.
How could I make love to someone who could vote that way? How could I eat and sleep and kiss someone who believed these things?
I decided to take it day by day.
One day became two. Then three. And four…
Eventually I realized that politics didn’t matter so much in the grand scheme of things. Then, not only did I see the black and white and grays, I saw color. Glorious, fabulous color. And more than just red…
Love did that.
We can choose to move past disagreements, choose not to hate, choose to be adults who can love in the face of opposing views. We don’t have to mirror the hate we see in others.
We can do better.
We will do better.