"In August, I went on six dates in one week. I had decided that I was ready to look for a partner. "

Translation: I've had enough of the cock carousel.

"Enough of this dating unavailable men a half-decade younger than me. They’d never seriously consider a relationship with me, my two children and our needy dog. No. I wanted to find an equal. A man who wouldn’t feel the need to step in and rescue me. I didn’t need rescuing. "

Translation: I need rescuing. Please provide for me and two children by another man.

"I have no idea what a supportive partner would even look like in my house. I imagined it as some sort of potluck: We’d both bring the things we have to offer and place them on the table. My ability to multitask and keep everyone’s schedules on track would sit next to his ability to fix cars, cook or read books in silly voices. Then we’d feast."

Translation: I'd tell the kids when to go to school and be done, and he'd do all the heavy lifting. Men like that, right?

"But two weeks later, the election happened. 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."

Translation: There's also something seriously wrong with my mental health. I probably should not have children. I am brittle.

"When I told her Trump had won, she protested: “But Mom. You said Hillary was going to win.” “A lot of people thought the same thing,” I said. I hugged her, a little scared to send her to school, out into the big sky country of the red state where we live."

Translation: I also suffer from delusions and paranoia.

"emotions I was experiencing: hopelessness; fear; uncertainty about the future; panic over having to talk to my 9-year-old about anything that might come up at school, or what to do in the instance of sexual assault."

Translation: No, seriously - I need help. I have severe mental issues. Probably shouldn't be near sharp things or left unsupervised at all.

"My focus had to be on my community of friends that are my family. "

Translation: I have no friends except imaginary ones. They fight my imaginary oppressors. I see spiders that aren't there. Help.

"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”

Translation: I am a nasty woman.

Yes, it really is that cringey. The comments are brutal, though. https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/soloish/wp/2016/12/05/trumps-election-stole-my-desire-to-look-for-a-partner/?utm_term=.6edfa330b9e0#comments

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