![]() ![]() I knew I looked amazing and everyone said so. I was wearing my brand- new curly dark-brown sheitel and these cute gray-green earrings I’d gotten to match my eyes and was fashionably dressed. We said goodbye to each other and I briskly made my way to the office where I do the bookkeeping. It was Daniel’s first day in his new kollel my first day back to work. I was one kallah in for a rude awakening. When sheva brachos were over and we finally got to sleep off the accumulated tiredness the glitter softly settled around us - and then disappeared. You see I never knew that getting along would be this hard. That does sound like happily ever after doesn’t it? My husband Daniel is happy in his kollel. Oh no! Don’t think what you’re thinking! We are still together have the child of our dreams. Today I’ll start at the happily-ever-after point and take it from there.īecause the happily ever after turned out not to be that happy after all. Maybe I will tell you this story the clichéd one one day but not now. But somehow all those other stories sound so much more believable than mine. And I know that I do tell the same tales. Though I do admit it wouldn’t be much of a story otherwise. It always irked me how every story about every older single ended this way when my own didn’t. How they hit it off from the first minute or didn’t how she had no doubts about him or did and how the wedding was celebrated amid family friends and rose petals.Īnd of course how they lived happily ever after. How she was set up with him through the aunt of a boy she’d met before. ![]() Take you through her dating adventures rejections and fiascos all the way to its happy conclusion - the knight on his white steed coming toward her in a cloud of dust. I could tell you the whole clichéd tale of the older single I was. “I have a problem ” I try again and I’m off. I feel myself blushing under her steady gaze. She’s a petite middle-aged woman with a short brown sheitel and too much mascara. Now I’m sitting in some therapist’s chair wondering where to start. I ’ve finally had enough of living happily ever after. ![]() “May you always be this happy!” they kept on wishing me, and I thought, Oh no, please not! ![]()
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