Want to be besties with your spouse? Want to actually enjoy hanging out with your spouse? Well, keep reading: Auntie Chaya is about to drop some knowledge.
"It was in that moment that I was hit with the realization that this was a man who had never loved anyone."
A 10-point plan for how not to marry a selfish, cruel, disrespectful jerk. Learn how to recognize a wolf in sheep's clothing.
It’s not that we need single Jewish women to dress in white and dance in the vineyards, where they'll be joined by single Jewish men who’ve reprioritized their superficial values... Actually, that’s not a bad idea. What really needs to happen, however, is that we all seize the magnificent, spiritual opportunity of Tu b’Av, an ancient holiday now all but unknown.
I refuse to be the mother of a daughter/ Who spends her whole life believing/ She isn’t enough/ to let my daughter be brought up/ in a world that believes/ She is only something/ When she has a wedding ring.
After niddah, there is a new counting, and waiting, and the moment of reuniting.
And then something happened. Something that had never happened on any of those other shidduch dates I had excruciatingly gone on.
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.
Yankel, who used to be Jack, got kicked out of his last club on a Tuesday night.
Orthodox Jews often emphasize marriage too strongly, undermining the lives and souls of the singles among them. It's wrong, and it spurs unnecessary hurt, insecurity, and alienation.
