Belinda sat by the window, looking out at the landscape she loved so much. She tried to relax but she was worried about how Neil would react when she told him that she had voted for the Democrats this time around. For as long as she was old enough to vote, she had always voted for the Republican party. She grew up with Republican parents and always believed that Republicans are Christians. She made sure that the man she married was Republican and they raised their children to be Republicans. She supported the party because it upheld the values she held dear.
Then, things changed when it was clear that Donald Trump was going to be the Party’s Nominee. She was shocked that a man like him would be the one to go up against Hilary Clinton. And as for the former First Lady, she couldn’t bring herself to vote for her. She always felt that she was dishonest and untrustworthy. So, that year, she didn’t vote and later read that nonvoters handed Trump the presidency.
She regretted her decision not to vote and had watched in horror at how the current Administration had turned her beloved nation into a divisive one. She watched as the atmosphere became such that people became bold in expressing their prejudice and intolerance towards non-whites and as migrant children were separated from their parents at the southern US border. She watched as he took no responsibility for the attacks on those who openly criticized him. She felt as if people didn’t have the right to express their views without fear of reprisals from his supporters. This wasn’t the America she had grown up in. This wasn’t the America she had envisioned at all. President Trump’s America wasn’t her America. She wanted her country back. So, this time, she went to the polling station and voted.
She heard the front door and rose to her feet. Neil went into the living-room and went over to her. For a few minutes, he didn’t say anything and then, massaging the back of his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous, he said, “I just cast my vote.”
“I cast mine this morning,” she replied.
“I’m glad you voted this time,” he said.
“I have a confession to make.”
“What is it?”
“I voted for the Democrats.” She waited with bated breath for his response.
Neil stopped massaging his neck. “I voted for them too,” he informed her.
Belinda was relieved. “I was so worried that you’d be upset,” she said.
“I’m upset with myself for how I voted the last time. I voted for Donald Trump because John Kasich withdrew from the race. It’s a decision I deeply regret.”
“And I regret not voting but I couldn’t bring myself to vote for a Democrat.”
“And now, we have no choice,” he said. “We have to do what’s best for our country.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “we have to do what’s best for country and not what’s best for the governing Party.”
“Do you want us to watch how the election is going on CNN?”
“I have a better idea. How about relaxing in the Jacuzzi instead?”
She smiled. “Sounds good to me. While you fill the tub, I’ll get the candles, the stereo and refreshments.” While people were glued to their sets watching Election results, they were going to enjoy a romantic evening.