I got rather upset after President Obama was elected by the people who said "he's not my President". I mean, I didn't like Reagan or the Bushs (especially the second one), but I always considered myself an American, and as such, they were my presidents. Well, I get it now. Not my President.
And should he step down, or get impeached (and I fully expect it), the same goes with Pence. The shock is fading and I've reached a zen state after dealing with a few of my more fun relatives. Facebook has definitely demonstrated to me over the last 3 days that yes, we can't pick our relatives, but I've discovered how well I've done picking my friends!