[custom_adv] Politically, these are rancorous times. Not only are our social networks turning into poisonous echo chambers, but partisan animosity is also higher than it has been in decades. So, just in time for Valentine’s Day, the Reader Center asked: Can love conquer all? [custom_adv] We heard from readers across the political spectrum, who are finding ways to bridge the partisan divide at least in their love lives. These are their stories, edited and condensed for clarity. [custom_adv] In a nutshell, he tunes in to Fox News and sides with my 78-year-old father. I tune into Democracy Now and have more in common with millennial progressive views. [custom_adv] It is a strain, but I refuse to let the hype and reality show ruin a loving relationship. [custom_adv] You have to either get divorced or work through it. If you are a hard-core political junkie, it’s going to be a painful few years. [custom_adv] Maybe see a marriage counselor, or throw out your TV and cancel your Twitter account. Every day I read the news and know that my husband’s reaction is likely the complete opposite of mine. [custom_adv] I would prefer not to talk about it, but he loves to debate. It gives me daily anxiety to try and formulate my side of the argument before it happens, and I breathe a slight sigh of relief if it doesn’t end up being a topic of conversation. [custom_adv] We went to bed late on the night of the election. I was pretty smug until about 9 p.m. or so, when I realized that Hillary wasn’t going to win. I watched the returns until 1 a.m. and then rolled over in disgust and slept badly. [custom_adv] The next morning, with tears in my eyes, I told Nisim we were going to have to get divorced because I could not live with him for the next four years. He said, “Honey, we’re not going to get divorced. We’re just not going to talk about politics for the next four years.” [custom_adv] When I got home, I stuck a bunch of Obama yard signs all over our yard and a big one across the garage door. I went inside, got in bed, kissed her and whispered in her ear, “Can you say, ‘landslide’?” She groaned, and went back to sleep. [custom_adv] When she left for work in the dark at 4:30 a.m. she backed her car out of the garage and was horrified to see her yard covered in Obama signs. [custom_adv] She jumped out of the car, snatched them all up, got back in the car and hit the button to close the garage door.