Relationship advice from someone who married the "wrong" girl.
None of my own accomplishments matter. I only want what you have.
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There was something different about us, those whose parents came to halachic Judaism later in life -- and I wondered if it was just me who noticed it.
My personal journey through religious gender separation.
Watching my father go through this process when I was in high-school, I knew this was my messorah. I knew I had an obligation to keep it alive, in anyway I could. But I didn’t, did I? I was marrying an Ashakanaz guy.
As I grew up, various unpleasant experiences pushed me dangerously close to anti-Semitic feelings. So can I condemn others who express similar impressions?