Hey everyone.
I’ve been sitting with this idea for a while, unsure of how to say it without sounding dramatic. But here goes:
It’s not the end of America. We’re just going through a divorce.
I know — heavy words. But stick with me.
Whether you’re on Twitter/X too long, watching your community shift overnight, or just quietly overwhelmed by how divided everything feels, you’re not imagining it. It’s real. But it’s not the apocalypse.
It’s the end of something we once idealized — and the start of something more honest.
Think about it like a toxic relationship.
You know that feeling when you’re trying so hard to fix something — bending, compromising, hoping it’ll change — until one day you finally admit: this is not working.
That’s what this country is waking up to.
We’ve outgrown the myths we were raised on. The “perfect union” narrative. The belief that we’re all pulling in the same direction. And just like in a divorce, that realization feels like grief.
Grief for the trust we used to have.
Grief for the institutions we believed in.
Grief for the simplicity of not knowing how complicated it really was.
But here’s the truth most people aren’t ready to say out loud yet:
That relationship wasn’t healthy to begin with.
The gaslighting.
The unequal emotional labor.
The way one side always had to explain, defend, apologize, hold it all together — while the other coasted on comfort and control.
We didn’t fall apart. We woke up.
You know the moment in a breakup when the fog clears, and you stop blaming yourself?
That’s where a lot of us are right now. We're tired, raw, but more clear-eyed than ever.
And clarity — even if it hurts — is how healing begins.
It’s how we stop playing roles that never fit us in the first place.
It’s how we finally say, “I deserve better.”
It’s how we start building a country that’s not based on nostalgia, but on truth.
So what now?
No, we’re not all going to agree tomorrow. The divide is real — political, cultural, emotional.
But just like in any divorce, there’s a future beyond the separation. One where new systems, new voices, and new agreements are possible — not perfect, but more honest.
You’re allowed to be exhausted.
You’re allowed to be heartbroken.
But don’t confuse the unraveling with the end.
This is the reckoning.
The boundary-setting.
The deep sigh of “No more pretending.”
So if you’re watching everything and wondering what’s next, here’s what I’ll say:
The marriage is over. But maybe that’s not the tragedy we thought it was.
Maybe it’s the beginning of a more equitable, accountable, and awake version of what “together” can actually mean.
And like any breakup — once the dust settles — we just might look back and say:
Thank god we left.
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