Irreconcilable differences.

That’s ultimately what the court has to say when finalizing a divorce, and I think we’ve reached that point.

I’m not proud to break up with you liberals via a letter, but let’s face it, our ability to communicate face to face has become nearly impossible.

Everytime we try to have an adult conversation these days, you revert to a 2-year-old. You just stick out your tongue and call me names. You never have anything of substance to say anymore.

I’m not perfect. I’ve been in other relationships where it was definitely my fault, but the overwhelming majority of them have been due to my uncanny ability to attract crazy people.

So once again, that’s where I find myself in life and it’s just time to admit that this isn’t working anymore.

Let’s be honest here, the odds were stacked against us from the beginning. People close to us said we’d never make it when Abraham Lincoln first brought us together.

After all, it took a war to resolve our early differences and we couldn’t be more polar opposite. You supported slavery and rebellion while we just wanted everyone to get along, prosper and thrive as a family.

We had a tumultuous beginning to be sure, but over time, we thought we were proving to all the naysayers that we could possibly make it.

For a couple of decades, we seemed to merge under such leadership from John F. Kennedy and a few others where we shared common goals and our arguments were minor overall.

Those weren’t perfect years, but they were good years and I’m grateful we were able to share them together. We had common goals and a mutual love for America.

But as with most things in life, we have come full circle and our relationship mirrors our rocky beginning. We see the world so differently now as we did back then.

Your self destructive beliefs and narcissistic mentality has grown from small differences in tax and spend policies to now fighting over pronouns, harming our children and encouraging a racial divide that was finally shrinking.

I’ll still never understand how you got black America on your side after all you’ve done to destroy and oppress that population.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you just started saying you were for the people. You said it enough that people believed you, but in the end, you are only for control of the people.

But you have always been good at manipulation. So good in fact, that minorities ignored what you said about them in the DNC emails and yet they still support you, albeit your margin grows smaller and smaller.

That was a clinic in manipulation and misinformation. And you were proud of it, which looking back now, made me realize that it was over between us.

In so many ways, you really haven’t changed at all in the way you seek power, control and disparage those who somehow still care about you.

I guess this breakup shouldn’t be a surprise. I’ve begged you to seek the mental health you need. I’ve even shown you the science proving your mental illness, but you have remained stubborn, indifferent and refuse to get the help you need.

At the end of the day, I can’t help someone who won’t help themselves. Perhaps that is the definition of insanity. I’ve had some wild relationships with the mentally – and sometimes criminally – insane, but Lord knows you take the cake.

All I’ve ever wanted is to create a happy home, to encourage the fact that though we have our disagreements, we are a family. But I’ve never met anyone who lies as much as you do.

It’s pathological.

You accuse us of the very things you are doing. You lie, cheat and steal to get the power and control you crave. And you do these things at the expense of others to include children.

Had I known the harm you were doing to our children long ago, I would have asked you to leave much earlier.

Every time your decisions prove to be catastrophic where actual people are being hurt and lives destroyed, you simply smirk, shrug your shoulders and move on like nothing happened.

To say you are selfish, just doesn’t quite describe it.

You have taken a once happy home and turned it into chaos and misery for so many.

I’d like to say I hope we can still be friends. But I know we won’t and to be honest, I don’t want to.

I can’t even honestly say I like you anymore. In fact, since this is a final breakup, I can be honest in saying you disgust me.

The very sight of you turns my stomach. You have no honor. We’ve not only grown apart, we stand on opposite sides of the great divide.

I don’t recognize you anymore. I don’t know you anymore. All I do know is that I no longer want you in my life.

I think it’s clear by your actions, behaviors and policies that you want a new and different home and not the one we have now. So I think it’s fair to ask you to leave.

This doesn’t have to be awkward. Just get out.

P.S. I’ll be taking custody of the children and hopefully I can undo the damage you have caused.