Facebook , friends, family - the 3 Fs

I've been thinking a lot about the effect of political memes on Facebook. I rarely post them - in fact - almost never. I did share one the other day, but the contents of the meme aren't what is bugging me. It is the reaction to it that I can't stop analyzing.
I've been reflecting on it all morning. I realize that I am not an expert on politics, or how our government works. I am just a normal, hard working woman with limited education. While thinking about this, I remember that most people are like me, just living their lives and forming their opinions based on their life experiences, their morals and their educations.
I don't debate with people - why? Well, because it isn't worth it to me. If someone engages me in an attempt to draw me into an argument, or just to try and make me feel stupid, it's not going to be rewarding for either of us to continue. I respectfully agree to disagree. Additionally, I would probably lose, because I am not willing to go as far as some, I'm not willing to say mean, hateful or insulting things to people I consider friends, or to my relatives.
I've stuck to my goal of never commenting on posts that I disagree with that are made by people I love. Those people, however, never miss a chance to jump on me when I post something that is in keeping with my own opinions.
I'm left feeling like I did something wrong.
I know I'm not the only person who has experienced this. I know there are families and friends who have parted ways in the past 12 years, due to their political differences. It is heartbreaking. The entire climate in our country is heartbreaking. What will it be like for my grandchildren, I wonder?
So, here's the thing. I have my feelings and my opinions that have formed throughout my entire lifetime - some are innate biases that I myself fight against. But I'm aware of my own shortcomings. Still, my beliefs are mine, mine alone. They are not wrong just because they aren't the same as yours. I was raised by two amazing, intelligent parents. I have thoughtful and loving siblings, I have the best, kindest and smartest children I could ever ask for. I'm thankful we all share the same basic morals, and political opinions. That is convenient, as we don't have to worry about the worst kind of divide happening to us. We also show respect to people who don't share our opinions. I frankly don't get the same consideration coming back, but that's okay.
I will stay true to me, to my values and to my heart. I follow my gut - and I've been criticized for that. People want to say that following your gut, or your heart is naive. I am not a politician, and I will never have time to research everything I see or hear. I have to rely on what my own upbringing and morals dictate to me. Sometimes that means I take the word of a loved and respected friend who has done the research and has the experience.
My way of coping and forming opinions is not wrong. I probably spend more time making sure I don't offend someone than the more educated people who don't take time to question their own actions.
I do have to say though, arguing with me over Trump's statements regarding the Coronavirus, immediately bringing up Obama - what is that all about? I don't understand the hatred of Obama. I know it is fueling a lot of the current situation. Trump is where he is because of it.  AND, I'm sorry, but I believe it is rooted in racism. I doubt that we will ever have another President who exemplifies the same morals and character that Obama does - because evil will not let it happen again.
Why have I been hesitant to put my own thoughts out there? I'm afraid. Afraid the co-worker who liked me yesterday will think differently of me by knowing I don't like Trump. Afraid a family member will unfriend me, afraid I will hurt someone. While I'm not willing to go as far as others when it comes to debating - I admire their bravery and their willingness to risk the good opinion of others. At the end of the day, I'm the same person you knew in school, the same person who sat next to you in church, the same person who helped you with a project at work.

This is turning into a ramble and probably only makes perfect sense to me, an over-thinking introvert.

I can't even find the words.