Listening to the movie “Barry” in the backround about Barack Obama in NYC in the 80s and remembering glory days in the late 2000s when i was crucified for grandstanding pro-life over problack in the 2008 elections and afterward. I had made borh causes my battle cry up until that point. I was disabled and out of work and made my days out of donating to causes and writing letters to the editor. Then it all went WRONG. I ate dirt when i allowed my political involvement to compromise ny marriage and family. I had a teenage son. How stupid. Im crying. Now its a decade later. I am letting my son take control. We are picking uo the pieces and moving on. Can we be a family again?