Your past doesn’t dictate your future: 3 accounts of painstaking but authentic change
When I got married, I was only 19. At the time, it felt ancient, when my best friend was already expecting and I had already gone to a dozen classmates’ weddings, but looking back, I was so young. Too young to really navigate the complexities of so many relationships that I had never experienced before.
My kallah teacher had cautioned me about making sure that there was mutual respect in the relationship, that there needed to be a strong base to resolve conflicts when they cropped up.
So I was totally on top of it from the start. I praised my husband when he was helpful, listened to the chiddushim that he brought home from kollel, and was careful to always speak positively about him. I understood how important it was for him to feel honored and confident. And our relationship was stronger because of it.
It was those other relationships that threw me for a loop. Shlomo was the baby, the last one out of the house, and his parents had trouble letting go. He was easygoing, too, quick to cave to their whims.
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