“I promise you, it’s harder for me to speak to you than it is for you to speak to me”
I know you’re struggling with our relationship as much as I am. You didn’t ask to get married first, nor did you ask for me to remain single. You would love it if we were at the same stage of life as much as I would.
But life doesn’t give you choices, and we’re both trying to do our best.
“Trying your best?!” you ask me. I know it doesn’t look that way to you. I ignore many of your phone calls, don’t share a lot about my personal life, and constantly make you feel like you’re doing the wrong thing.
But I promise you, it’s harder for me to speak to you than it is for you to speak to me. When I’m with my single friends, I can forget that I’m in shidduchim, that most of the girls my age are married with babies, that there’s so much that I’m missing.
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