I was managing to keep a lid on the bitterness about Hillary Clinton not being our president until I saw Donald Trump start to govern.
It's going precisely the way I thought it would, so it's not like I'm surprised.
It's just that seeing it actually begin to unfold is triggering a deep well of resentment, and a profound grief, that I was only able to keep at bay until he was sworn in.
And now I cannot contain it. I am angry and resentful and grief-stricken in a way I have never felt before.
But I am also resolved.
Everything else I am feeling will be poured directly into that cup until it runneth the fuck over.