Heaven sent my wife to be my soul mate here on earth,
Although we grew up differently, ‘cause she’s a frum-from-birth.
Her father works in chinuch at a choshuv institution,
On Saturdays, my dad just reads his books on evolution.
Her kollel brother has written many seforim through the years,
My brother went to “Temple” once, but he was bored to tears.
Her sister tends to seven kids and runs a clothes gamach,
My sister cashiers at McDonald’s just around the block.
The list goes on, I’m sad to say, it really gets much worse,
The point is that I feel I’m from a different universe.
We have no shalom bayis problems, a great thing that I wish you,
But privately I really see an underlying issue.
It’s all bershert I didn’t choose a BT for my wife,
But naturally she can’t relate to things from my past life.
It’s challenging to talk with her, of course she’s not to blame,
But I wish someone would understand the things I overcame.
This websites nice, don’t get me wrong, I do have what to say,
But it’s not a substitute for what’s on my mind each day.
I wish more often I could find perhaps some validation,
For the feelings I have deep inside from my life situation.
A BT might come on Shabbos, we would schmooze way past the meal,
He would nod his head and say, “I know exactly how you feel…
My siblings all have married out, their words I’m always dreading,
‘Just because she’s not a Jew, you won’t come to my wedding?!’”
We’d laugh about the treif old songs, the kind that make you hiss,
But when I hear them in the mall, I like to reminisce.
It’s fun to exchange stories how we found our Yiddishkeit,
“Well, first I tried out India, but said, ‘This just ain’t right!’”
And silly comments come to mind, (I’ve made quite a few),
“Aharon’s name is Cohen, but his brother is Rabbeinu??”
And to this day I still goof up: “Kag Samayack!” I exclaimed,
But when my kids corrected me, I really felt ashamed.
I really feel quite fortunate, don’t mean to moan and groan,
But even with a family, sometimes I feel alone.
Perhaps I need to make more friends, to be a bit outgoing,
This is all just part of life, as long as I keep growing.
Originally posted in October 2010