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When I was younger, I thought marriage was about getting it “right” the first time. That if you followed the halachos, stayed committed, and did all the “right” things, the rest would fall into place. I thought love meant neve

We don’t like to talk about it.
We don’t want to believe it’s possible.
But it happens—quietly, painfully, in the homes of women who keep every halacha, light every candle, and smile at every Shabbos table.

Domestic violence

If you grew up believing niddah was just about restriction
If no one ever talked about emotional connection, preparation, or what it would feel like to come back together—
If mikvah night became more about obligation than renewal
You are not al

No one sees what it takes to keep a family running—except you.

The mental list that never ends. The emotional labor of remembering every kid’s preference, your husband’s stress level, your in-laws’ expectations, your own exha

No one tells you what it actually feels like the night after the wedding.

The dress is on the floor. The guests have gone home. The music has stopped.

And suddenly, you’re in a room with the person you love, expected to do something you&rsquo

You can follow every halacha.
You can prepare exactly the way you were told.

And still feel completely unprepared for what intimacy is supposed to be.

No one talks about what it feels like to enter marriage carrying fear, silence, or guilt around s

You’d think it would feel automatic by now.
We’ve done this so many times. The cycle, the buildup, the hope.
But I still feel butterflies. And sometimes dread. And sometimes pressure I can’t name.

It’s not that I don’t

I used to feel like the days apart were wasted.
But then I realized—those days were doing something. They were softening me. Reigniting something that routine had dulled.

Desire isn’t about frequency. It’s about feeling.
And someti

I used to roll my eyes at the idea that distance creates closeness.
But slowly, I started noticing the pauses made room for something deeper.
More listening. More tenderness. More choice.

It wasn’t always easy. Sometimes the wait felt long. So