She made fun of your hair, your Queens accent, your business career. She called you “a snake-oil salesman,” saying repeatedly that she didn’t “enjoy” you. It was an ugly performance, all in all, and you responded — and are still responding — in kind.

At first, it seemed like one of those fake spats celebrities engage in to pump up ratings. But you described her as “fat” and “a slob,” which no woman wants to be called, and kept it going right through the presidential campaign. At some point, long before she started touting Hillary, Rosie got her feelings hurt. She even sounded a little frightened. Two years ago, she told People magazine that it was the worst bullying she’d experienced in her life. “It was national and it was sanctioned societally,” she said. “Whether I deserved it is up to your own interpretation.”

That last comment seemed to be, if not an olive branch, tacit acknowledgement from Rosie that, as you have pointed out, she started it. Now it’s time for you to finish it. Even though millions of liberals can’t get their minds around it, you will soon be president of the United States, Mr. Trump, which means you are president of all Americans. That includes people who voted against you, celebrities who dislike you, many Mexican-Americans, lesbians, what have you. (It especially includes overweight Americans, Donald, tens of millions of them. If you hadn’t gotten their support, you wouldn’t be President-elect Trump.)

Invite Rosie O’Donnell to an inaugural ball. Ask her to dance with you — or Melania. America won’t mind.