All these great rabbis are marrying off their daughters.
And here I am, 43 years old, almost 44, and I am still unmarried.
Is it not a tradition in Jewish life to marry off the most worthy daughters to the greatest Torah scholars? Yet because my scholarship is revealed on a blog, I’m not good enough.
That’s the message I am getting.
Sheesh, I didn’t even get an invite to the wedding. And I hear the rabbi is giving out tefillin as gifts to all male guests.
What a union I’d make for some rabbi’s daughter. What interesting conversations we’d have around the Shabbos table. What a meeting of the minds.
I thought I knew what love was. What did I know. Those days are gone forever. I should just let them go and…
PS. I’ve concluded that blogging is a mental illness, when people get well, they don’t blog so much. I’ve been getting well of late, hence not so much blogging and personal destruction.
