Politics has killed one of my relationships – one that spanned 31 years. It’s sad – senseless even. It didn’t have to end this way. I tried to ignore the negatives and concentrate on the positives, but I could only take so much.
It was a phone call that made me realize it was over – another call with constant nagging about their political views. It didn’t matter if I agreed or disagreed; they refused to listen to me. It was like I was talking to a machine! The audacity! The arrogance! I reached my breaking point.
Yes, my husband and I decided it was time to pull the plug on our home phone. It was during the last presidential election season that we realized the end was near. So, after much agonizing and gnashing of teeth, we have stepped into the present times and no longer have a land line in our house. I will miss my “298” number, but I won’t look back. I’m not sure what I’ll do when all the automated political machines find my cell number, but I can’t think about that right now. I need only embrace the silence; oh, and remember that I don’t have to check my home answering machine any more. Old habits are hard to break.