Imagine having a really upset stomach.
Imagine wanting to throw up.
Imagine not being able to throw up.
Or not knowing how long it will be before you stop feeling like you are going to throw up.
Imagine thinking about all those times your husband ran when the district really wasn't winnable but the party wanted someone on the ballot.
Imagine thinking about all those times your husband spent hours and hours and hours campaigning for other people.
Imagine the district might be winnable.
And now, everyone wants to run.
From your husband's own party. Against him.
That's what it's like.
Feeling sick and not knowing when or if it's going to end.