You might say that Tuesday wasn’t a good day for us. My wife’s youngest brother came out to check out our clothes washer and dish washer (he repairs them and does HVAC work). The news wasn’t good. The clothes washer needed replaced (not that old, yet long out of warranty) and it was going to cost $100 in parts to fix the dish washer—not good for poor folks. That wasn’t the worst, though.
My wife was raised in a theoretically Christian home, but she’s the only one of five remaining kids who’s a Christian. Two are outright atheists and two are agnostics who “believe in God,” but not necessarily in Jesus. Her youngest brother was the last for which she still had any respect (for multiple reasons). Unfortunately, while he was here Tuesday, and I was outside, he unloaded on her about her religion, us being republicans (which we aren’t), us being Trump supporters (which we are, but never told him) and how global warming was going to kill us all in short order, and it was all the fault of republicans, Christians and Trump supporters. She said her once loving and caring little brother was seething with anger and hatred. She said she just tried to bite her tongue and not egg him on in any way. Needless to say, his behavior hurt her deeply and she now feels that she has no family left, except her son, who they’ve half turned against her.