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My poor brand-new husband, indoctrinated to never, ever, dare forget a woman’s birthday, was in for a mean learning curve

Your checking, criticizing, and controlling are destroying us

But then again, the ring stays on my finger while funds come and go. I’ve learned that the hard way

Yom Tov ends, and it was beautiful, meaningful, but secretly, I look forward to routine and peace and hosing down the mess and sterilizing the premises

“This is a war you can’t win. I suggest you give a DNR. Continuing to provide him with care will only prolong his suffering”

Yes, we needed yeshuos, but were we supposed to actually scream about it, cry about it, publicly?