I was resentful. I was desperate. So I did the most rational thing: l urged my husband to somehow be less awesome.
Hashem, how can you do this to me? I thought. I’m Your daughter, You’re my father! Is this the way to treat a daughter? I don’t deserve this!
Was I married, I asked. Did I have kids? This was not a given in my 11th grade mind. And amazingly, baruch Hashem, I can smirk at that now
It’s not like we’re talking about things that are unimportant, we’re just not talking about the things that so many people are scared to talk about
“I’m worried about his ability to be empathetic,” Raizy says slowly, still reading through the résumé. “To be caring, to anticipate someone else’s needs”
I can imagine all the calm focused mothers whispering to each other in the street: Protect your children don’t send them to the Lavons.
