Our marriage was so broken. Could we heal the rift?
For two-and-a-half years, my shalom bayis was perfect. I asked myself all the time, How did I marry the best guy in the world? My husband was everything I’d dreamed of. He’d come home at the end of the day, ask how my day was, and really listen. He bought me presents and showered me with compliments.
When a friend complained to me what a hard adjustment marriage was, I pretended to commiserate. But secretly I dreaded the end of shanah rishonah, when my husband, a serious masmid, would go back to learning three sedarim a day, instead of spending his evenings with me.
Shanah rishonah eventually ended and soon after, we became parents to an adorable baby boy. Life was bliss.
Then my mother-in-law came to visit.
MY husband’s grandmother had been ill since my husband and I got married. Other than a short trip to the States for our wedding and sheva brachos, my mother-in-law stayed with her in England.
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