Pain
Relentless
Dull aching throb
Seemingly incurable
To be a nurturer
With no one to nurture
No one of significance to care
Stabbed repeatedly
By a wicked angry dagger
All life force seeps out of me
Feeling so worthless and scorned
But a shell of fragile ego
So very vulnerable and ignored
Here I am begging for a reprieve
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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