I can’t believe that my husband and I will be celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary next week-don’t worry mom and dad, that’s the Hebrew date-the English calendar is still the same.
I found myself at somewhat of a quest for my purpose in life when I was in my middle thirties. Little did I know that I would find the answer right in my very own backyard, so to speak. I was born Jewish, but did I really know what that meant? After all, I didn’t keep kosher, I didn’t go to Synagogue on Shabbos, and I certainly did not date Jewish men. However, when it came time to think about marriage, I never thought that my heritage would be the deal breaker. It took a very nice non-Jewish boyfriend and a visit to Israel to “bring home” how important Judaism was to me. When I mentioned this to my non-Jewish boyfriend he replied that it was just as equally important for him to have his religion-Catholicism-in his home. I learned so much from this person and realized that religion-Jewish, Catholic, Muslim, Agnostic-should be agreed upon before marriage. And that is when we agreed to go on our own separate paths. It was very painful, but as they say, no pain, no gain. It was at that juncture that I took on finding my Jewish Orthodox husband.







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