How Tucker Carlson came between me and my husband

I learned something new about my marriage. There aren’t many surprises after almost 40 years but the turmoil and chaos in our house during the endless campaign season occasionally made me question whether I made the right choice, all these years later.

We started out liberal Democrats. Of course, those were the days of bell bottoms and free love and men who wore their hair long.

It was comfortable to sit at dinner and rage about those Republicans.

But over time I noticed his politics changing a little. Then Obamacare came along and that was it. As a dentist, his fees were slashed, trying to keep costs down for patients (meanwhile, insurers got rich).

It forced many medical professionals to change their practices. Rush as many patients as you can through the door every day, five minutes with the doctor, and sometimes you were even lucky to see a doctor.

Then along came Trump. Larry was turned off by him initially, but over time, he began to want to own the libs.

In the beginning, it was funny. I’d leave the kitchen whenever I heard Tucker’s whiny voice.

But over time, it began to grate on me. I would hear his high-pitched bitching down the hallway and shut the bedroom door.

Then I started to hear the Tuckerisms. Electronic voting machines in Maricopa County didn’t allow people to vote. Jan. 6 is being used to strip millions of Americans, disfavored Americans, of their core constitutional rights. And my favorite. not a single person was found to be carrying a firearm on Jan. 6. Not one.

Larry didn’t believe all of this but there was enough. My intelligent husband was becoming a person I didn’t know. I wasn’t even sure I liked him anymore.

We decided just not to talk politics, but it kept creeping in. As the election approached, we tried desperately to find other things to talk about.

Our son would be graduating summa cum laude from college with a double math major, in May. One of his professors stood over him as he handed in an econometrics test (he got 100; the median was 35), “What took you so long?” Another professor begged him to take his course. He’s taking a graduate course in theoretical mathematics next semester. We’re ecstatic but the stress remained.

Thankfully, the red wave was more like a trickle. We started to talk about turkey or steak for Thanksgiving, what time we could expect our son home for the long weekend, if he would have time (or want) to do something with us while he was home.

But here’s the thing I, and all the others whose loved ones were on the other side, learned. In the end, love wins. He still makes me want to tear out my hair, or run him over with the car. But he is the biggest part of my life, and even elections can’t make me forget that.

Then I started to hear the Tuckerisms. Electronic voting machines in Maricopa County didn’t allow people to vote. Jan. 6 is being used to strip millions of Americans, disfavored Americans, of their core constitutional rights. And my favorite. not a single person was found to be carrying a firearm on Jan. 6. Not one.