Tr*mp is an abuser. We all know that. Which is why we are so triggered right now. Abusers don’t take rejection well. The US electorate is getting ready to reject him. We are the woman preparing to leave her batterer—the moment when she is most likely to get killed. Change the locks only to have him torch the whole fucking house. With the kids in it.

We are terrified of this rapist, this molester, this murderer. We know he is not going to take the news well. “If you ever try to leave me…” he says and trails off. But we know what he means. We know he has a gun, though we’re not sure where he keeps it.

Karen flirted with him at the club. Gave him her number on a dare. Went home with him for a lark. We were the Black friend. The sensible one. We didn’t like his racist jokes. His leer at Karen’s chest. Karen, don’t fuck with him.

He’s just joking, Karen insisted, and sped off in the dark sedan.

Now Karen wants to break up with him. We all do. But he keeps threatening that he won’t take no for an answer. He tells his bully bros to stand by.

But, unlike Karen, we know something about breaking up with an abuser. He likes to get you alone, isolated, convince you he’s doing you a favor. He will fuck with your mind. The narcissist is so convinced of his twisted reality, he’ll have you thinking you’re crazy. He’ll have you thinking his win is inevitable, even though nothing else is further from the truth. So we gotta stand together:

WE DON’T FUCKING WANT YOU AS OUR PRESIDENT ANYMORE. WE NEVER DID. HILLARY WON THE POPULAR VOTE. YOU WERE JUST A LARK. KAREN NEVER REALLY LIKED YOU. SHE JUST HAS DADDY ISSUES, WAS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. JUST DRUNK ON WHITENESS AND LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.

We know he will lie. He will cheat and steal to keep his hold on us. He will promise and cajole and rant and terrify. He has friends in high places who will aid and abet. They are lawless.

Now is not the time for us to be ashamed, Karen. To hide our bruises. To say we fell on the way in to work. Now is not the time to pretend this problem will go away by itself. We need to put the fam on alert. We need to get ready for a showdown. Change the locks. Get friends to stand guard at the house. No need for the cops. They’ll probably take his side anyway. November 3^rd is go time. Send the kids off to your mother’s. Get a fire extinguisher. A strong flashlight. Drink ten cups of coffee. Gather all your friends. Join the phone bank, the text bank, the postcard writing campaign. Visit the swing state. Send in your ballot. Get your best COVID mask. November 3^rd is go time.

Hey, you, Mr. Abuser: Karen is not your girlfriend anymore. This is not your country anymore. We gonna change the locks on the White House. Gonna put this motherfucker out.