I'm Bracing Myself

[BadgerMom]

62. The night started in California with a pre-polls closing

visit to a favorite Mexican restaurant complete with celebratory margaritas. I’d been a bit happy-weepy throughout he day thinking about my mom, who had voted for Shirley Chisholm in the California primary years earlier but who died before Hillary’s run. I wished she could have seen this—I mistakenly thought. By 9:30 or 10 my brother called and asked if I was watching this sh**. I told him I’d turned off the tv about 15 minutes before he called and was now drinking margaritas. His response? “Good idea.” We hung up. I’m not sure what I dreamt that night, but I awakened depressed and hung over. I didn’t spend the next 4 years hung over, but I sure was depressed. And horrified. And alarmed. And determined to do everything possible to resist.