and sick to my stomach. I find myself so disheartened by the local politicians in Orange County and the State of California. The nastiness and the downright lies that get thrown about literally break my heart.
When Gary, my husband, ran for State Senate, there were no attacks, he didn't really have a chance and all the insults were, well, more passive aggressive, like calling his opponent "Senator-Elect" even before the election took place.
But as I get to know more of my local Democrats, learn with them, fight with them, share meals with them, the more emotionally invested I've become in the process. The more I care, the more I hurt. It's a vicious cycle.
