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“Isn’t that the show with the two dads?” she asked.
Daniel nodded. “They have a minor storyline.”
Tracy rolled her eyes. “Every show has to have a gay character these days. I’m so sick of them pushing their agenda on the rest of us. If they wanna do what they do, that’s their business. But why does it have to come streaming into my living room?”
One of her friends replied, “Exactly. Every show these days. I spend more and more time watching the news. I like to know what’s really going on.”
Tracy said, “I know. Thank God for President Trump.”
Tina dropped the fork on her plate, looking up at her mother.
Tracy looked at her. “What?”
“Hey, at least he’s speaking his mind. These liberals pretend like all this stuff is okay. Well, it’s not okay. We’re not even allowed to say what we don’t like these days. Like I said, I don’t care what they do in their own home. But I don’t want to know about it.”
Tina’s father shrugged. “I don’t know, Christina. I agree with your mom. I like being able to say how I feel.”
Tina frowned, sharing a gaze with her father. “And how do you feel?”
Steven sat his fork down and folded his hands under his chin. “Well, I feel like the straight white male in America is under persecution. Immigrants and minorities steal all the jobs, liberals have clogged the media, traditional values are under attack. And if we say anything about it, we’re deemed racists.”
“Couldn’t have said it better,” Tracy replied.
“Traditional values? The president of the united states of America cheated on every wife he had. He’s on camera telling a man that he can grab women by the pussy.”
Kaitlyn glared at her and nodded her head toward her boys. “Hey! Watch your language.”
“Watch my language? It’s on national television. This is real. This is American reality,” said Tina.
Tracy Kennard continued, “Besides. That was locker room talk. It was never meant for anyone to hear it.”
“Mom! That’s the point!” Tina said.
Steven nodded toward Henry. “What do you think, Son?”
Henry winked at his father-in-law. “I agree with you, Dad. It seems like every year we lose more and more ground. I mean, I respect all people and all types of people. But I don’t like having things thrown in my face. We have a target on our back these days. Diversity quotas hold us back, like an invisible ceiling. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the history of this country. Slavery and discrimination were horrible. But that’s got nothing to do with me. I don’t appreciate being held back because of something people did eons ago.”
Tina sighed, closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge between her nose.
This isn’t new. Why do I feel like it is? Why do I feel different? Why do I feel like I am suffocating? I guess before it didn’t matter. I chose their love and acceptance. It was easier that way. When they talked about this stuff in the past I just ignored it. Now it disgusts me.
But what if things don’t work out with Bette?
Do I want to give up my family and my life without her?
Do I want to give it up for her?
What if she changes her mind? What if she finds someone else? What if she and her wife get back together?
Tina’s thoughts chased each other as the din of the conversation faded into the background around her. After the meal ended, dessert, coffee, and drinks were served. Most everyone moved into the living room to watch football on the large screen television.
Tina took the time to play with her nephews. At ages 4 and 6 they were fun to be around and they didn’t give a damn about Trump or conservative politics. She helped them swing from bar to bar outside in their jungle gym. As they grinned and laughed effortlessly, Tina grew achingly wistful. A plan to show Bette how much she cared for her while maintaining her stable life formed in her mind.
I can do this, she thought.
And if things with Bette work out, I will end it with Henry.