Living in a Bubble
"Raise your hands if it's a challenge for you to look your husband in the eyes." I almost raise mine. It's sure a challenge for me. I've looked hundreds of men in the eyes. Deeply, soulfully, admiringly. I've even resorted to fluttering my eyelashes at them. But I'm yet to look my husband in the eyes. I wonder what color eyes he has, and when I'll get to see them. Oh, that's not what she means. She's talking about relationships with our husbands, about Shalom Bayis. I guess that's what this Shiur is going to be about. A warning would have been nice. I was looking for some uplifting spirituality, not a reminder of how lacking I am on my own. I hope my mother, sitting next to me, is not upset. I hope she's not thinking of how much she'd give to look into her husband's eyes. An opportunity she's not had since he died. I wonder how many other widows, divorcees there are in the room. I catch the eye of a single woman in her fift...