“I did everything right,” she whispers at last. I believe her, I really do. Except for one giant, glaring detail: She chose to marry him
The first time one of them called me rebbetzin, I didn’t even look up.
Mainly because I’m not a rebbetzin.
Case in point, I loudly blame other people when I step on Lego, I spend way too much time on my sheitel, and I will always win at Harry Potter trivia.
Also, you know, I’m not a rebbetzin.
Akiva tried to explain to me that the guys didn’t view me as a regular 28-year-old. I was Rebbi’s wife, and therefore, I was Rebbetzin. I, in turn, tried explaining to him that they can just call me Mrs. Goldberg. We compromised, and they call me Rebbetzin.
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