The Washington Post has a story up today, written by a woman who is just so devastated by the election of Donald Trump that she might never date again. I wish that were a joke. I wish that I had written that for The Onion. But I did not. This is a real thing that someone actually feels and wrote out.

She begins her personal narrative talking about her personal life. She is a single mother of two, and has been looking for a serious man who could be there for her without having to rescue her. Okay. That’s cool. She then talks about finding a couple of guys, going out with one for a bit (though it didn’t work out), and then this happened:

But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.

The end of the world came.

My oldest came out of her room the next morning to show me the money the Tooth Fairy had left her. She’d unexpectedly had to have a tooth pulled, and so bravely went through it that I said, “Just think: You’ll always remember the day you got a tooth pulled with the day we elected our first female president.”

When I told her Trump had won, she protested: “But Mom. You said Hillary was going to win.”

Oops.

Apparently, her day got worse. Her radiator busted. She had to walked two miles to get home, while carrying her child. That’s when she realized she couldn’t date anyone right now. She had to do things on her own. Find love and support among friends and community. She ends with this.

I’ve lost the desire to attempt the courtship phase. The future is uncertain. I am not the optimistic person I was on the morning of Nov. 8, wearing a T-shirt with “Nasty Woman” written inside a red heart. It makes me want to cry thinking of that. Of seeing my oldest in the shirt I bought her in Washington, D.C., that says “Future President.”

There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.”

Look. I’m not thrilled with the election of Donald Trump either, but I don’t think it’s the end of the world any more than I would have thought the election of Hillary Clinton would be. I am glad that this woman has the means to repair her car and still feed her family. I am thrilled that she is so devoted to raising her children. But I cannot understand why the election of someone to a political office would prevent you from pursuing your own happiness.

“I’ve lost that hope” is such a foolish thing to say. Go out and be happy, regardless of who is president.