This morning, I had an epiphany. My husband died July 23rd, right after it was announced that President Biden was turning over his candidacy to Kamala Harris. I threw myself into helping her win. I did everything I could to ensure she would be our first woman president and to get rid of the shitweazel once and for all. Now I'm dealing with the pain and sorrow of both losses. The pain is unbearable. I'm angry, sad, depressed, in physical and emotional pain.