While my parents actually got divorced over two decades into their marriage, the process leading up to it began long before
S hortly after my parents’ divorce I happened to meet the woman who had made their shidduch.
“I’m so sorry Michal” she said. “I feel terrible about the divorce and I feel guilty for making the match to begin with.”
I was all of 19 not married yet myself. “You made a good shidduch” I told her. “They are the ones who messed it up!”
It was true that my parents had vastly different personalities — my father was quiet passive and deliberate while my mother was loud overemotional and disorganized — but those differences were not what destroyed their relationship. They each expected the other one to do everything and blamed the other one when it didn’t get done. Going into shidduchim I knew it was up to me to make my marriage work.
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