There were a few things. I know it’s incredibly lazy for me to point you to pieces I’ve already written but in this case, I think it’s the best way to explain Mom to you…at least, it’s the best way for me, because it’s already been done. :)
We’ve recently hit a rough patch; this is my parents’ story in the wake of that chaos.
I get disillusionment, believe me. I was not happy about our choices in this last election. And I understand people not being able to bring themselves to vote for Clinton. I do. I’m so incredibly terrified of the world my children are inheriting. And it has nothing to do with Trump; don’t get me wrong — the man is an imbecile as far as I can tell, and he is capable of much destruction. But come on. We were pretty far gone before he got here. If we hadn’t been already so compromised, he never would have been elected. But my Mother has always been so openhearted and generous and sunny-side-up. It’s pretty tough getting used to this new cynic who has moved into her body. Not always bad; there were definitely areas that she needed to see for what they were and so the reality thing isn’t so bad. I just sort of hate it for her, do you know what I mean?
Get to work. Geez.