Six months ago I thought about what would happen if Mike lost his job. I thought I'd be devastated to leave my home and yard and friends and great ward. I do still love those things, but I don't know if it's worth it anymore. I want to leave. I am ready to go.
Last night at the school board meeting I was sick. Watching the ignorant, angry, ugly, virolent exchange made me sick. People were not behaving like adults. On both sides. Grasping at straws, holding up flimsy arguments, twisting the truth. I thought Brigham was a nice small town. I guess it is until you disagree. People north of Brigham in the even smaller towns hate Brigham people so much that they'll stick it to 'em whenever they can. What the heck? Why live like that?? It's like the Hatfields and the McCoys. Do I need a gun for the grocery store? It wouldn't surprise me. Give me the big city where I won't see people who hate me at Wal Mart.
I know this is a knee-jerk reaction. We're not going anywhere. It's going to take a long time, though, before I can forget the ugliness of last night. I'm not reaching out again for a while. My foray into the community has left a very bad taste in my mouth. Good thing I have a husband who still believes people are basically good. 'Cause I don't.