…shame on you.

Fool me twice, or over and over again, for four years or more…Shame on who?

Look. I’m all for chances. I really am. I’ll give people another chance when they probably don’t deserve it. I believe that people are good. I wanna believe that they’re gonna change. But rarely, if ever, do they change unless they really want to. I’ve learned this lesson time and time again.

And that’s how I know when it’s time to stop.

So this optimistic idea floating around that we should “give him a chance?”

I was all for it a couple months ago. You can even read about it here. I’m pretty sure I did give him a chance. We actually all gave him a chance, whether we wanted to or not. And he blew it real fast.

How many chances is this guy supposed to get? What does he have to do for you to stop giving him more time or more chances? How many times would you let someone lie to you, or steal from you, or insult people you love, before you had enough?

Give him a chance? How is this still a thing?

I feel like anyone who still wants me to give Trump a chance is gonna tell me I should also send all my money to Bernie Madoff and go out for drinks with f-ing Brock Turner. Good grief, internet.

I’m sick about it. Completely obsessed. I can’t understand it. I can’t even sleep. It’s taken me 7 hours to get 30 minutes of work done. I pace back in forth with a lump in my throat listening to what has happened in only the last few days, and feel even worse when I see people defending any of this.

But I’m not gonna give up. I can’t and I won’t.

I’m not the activist type and I’m not much of a martyr. I’m just not. But I feel powerless and frustrated and pissed off.

So, I’m dunzo. This is where I stop.

This is where I stop entertaining the idea that any of this is normal or that it’s not as bad as it seems. This is where I stop pretending that it’s OK with me if you think this way. This is where I stop pretending that we might still have lots in common if you are OK with what is happening to our country and our people. Yes, we still have our humanness, and we may be Americans, or women, or anything other group that we both happen to fall into–but right now that is just not enough for me. This is where I stop pretending that we’re all in this together, because as much as I wish we could be, it’s become very clear that we are not. This is where I stop giving my attention to people and things that drain my energy and start focusing on those that empower me. This is where I stop spending time defending my opinions, and instead start joining my heart and mind with others who want the same things I do.

And just to be clear, I’ll be here for you when you’re finally done giving out chances.

I’ll give you a big hug, and I even promise not to say, “We told you so.”