Sometimes I just want to give up ––
Just to give up on everything, leave, start a new life somewhere far far away.
I hate this battle.
I hate that it requires me to fight every day on the front lines, and I have nothing to show for it.
I walk the line every day between throwing in the towel and seeing how much more I can take.
At these times I try so hard to remember what I'm fighting for and why I haven't given up until now.
I can't just throw it all away, everything I've put into this up to this point.
We leave not because things are hard, but because things are no longer worth it.
So, I'll fight alone if I have to.
My reserves are low, but it only takes one spark to make an explosion, right?
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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