Singles In Crisis – A Reader’s Thoughts
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Last week’s column was meant to be the last, for now, on the subject of shidduchim. Because of the problems singles experience in finding their soul mates, I had devoted several columns to the subject and was prepared to move on – until I received an e-mail I feel is a must read in order for us to gain a better understanding of the pain some of our singles are experiencing.
Dear Rebbetzin Jungreis, I read with great interest your series of columns on shidduchim. The subject is very close to my heart. At 36, I have been on more dates than I care to admit, but have yet to find my bashert. Most of my friends are in the same boat – they too are frustrated and hurting. When we get together we try to avoid discussing it. It’s too painful, so we try to bury the loneliness we feel – we go out to dinner, laugh, and try to have fun. But it’s all a pretense. Our classmates are all married and have beautiful families while we sit alone in our apartments.
When Shabbos or holidays come, the sadness is even more piercing. My options are to stay home and have Shabbos/holiday meals by myself, accept an invitation from a family member or a friend, attend a singles Shabbaton, or go to my elderly parents. The choices are not very attractive.
To stay at home by myself is to sit in darkness. To go to others is to seem like a charity case or feel obligated to baby-sit or offer some other service. When I visit families with children, I am ashamed to admit, I have a battle in my heart. I don’t want to be jealous. I don’t want to be bitter. Just the same, there is no sense denying the feelings are there and very difficult to overcome. I keep asking myself why I have been denied the simple gift of building a home and raising a family.
I have four siblings. My older brother and I are still single and I know this is a worry that plagues my parents, which is why I cannot bear the thought of going home for Shabbos or Yom Tov. So I do not have many options.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I always see a shadow hovering over me. And this shadow is not silent. It whispers by day and by night and it whispers as I attend to the daily needs of my clients.
The whisper is constant and doesn’t let go, and its message takes on many shapes and forms. When I see other people’s babies and children, the whisper says, “Your biological clock is ticking away; you will never have children!” On other occasions I hear the whisper of a shadchan whom I recently consulted: “You have to be more realistic,” she said. “You are not exactly Miss America, you know, and the type of man you described wouldn’t want you. And then she recommended some men who were, to be blunt, real losers – men who needed someone to support them or who had other problems.
I told her that while I may not look like Miss America, I do not know anyone who does. My married friends don’t, and yet they are married and raising children. But my words fell on deaf ears and the shadchan clung to her position. “Well,” she finally said, “if you refuse to face reality, there’s very little I can do to help.”
I’ve been to more singles weekends and more Shabbos dinners than you can imagine. I live on the Upper West Side and the reason I chose to take an apartment there – though it’s more expensive than other areas and I could barely afford it – is because everyone told me it’s a haven for Jewish singles and there are myriad places I would be able to go on Shabbos and Yom Tov and feel comfortable. There are invitations galore from families who host singles, and there is always some organization or synagogue that offers Shabbos dinners. It’s alive, it’s friendly and it’s the place to meet. So, full of hope, I moved there.
In my mind’s eye, I saw a wonderful image of myself walking down the aisle, rejoicing and dancing at my own simcha. But real life brought its disappointments and my hopes were dashed. I soon realized that all this camaraderie was counterproductive. The stock answer to shidduch recommendations was, “Oh yes, I know him/her – we are good friends.” And that was the end of a shidduch or even a date opportunity.
I come from a very religious family and I now realize how right they were and how foolish we are. In the community in which I grew up, friendship between the sexes was simply off limits. Dating was only for tachlis – for marriage. Even prior to a boy and girl going out, families investigated very carefully and if the person who was recommended seemed appropriate, the dating process commenced – but would be quickly terminated if either of the parties felt there was no potential for marriage.
I would like to offer a little advice to shadchanim. I know there are many good shadchanim out there, but you need run into only one who is abrasive and hurtful to make you feel injured forever. So while I appreciate the efforts of the many good people who are volunteer or professional shadchanim, I ask that before speaking, thought should be given to avoid injuring already fractured hearts.
On behalf of all the singles I know I would like to thank you, Rebbetzin, for having devoted so much time to our dilemma. I would only ask that you publish my letter so that people might be more sensitive to our needs.
May Hashem bless you in your work. I know you have made many shidduchim. I have attended a number of your classes and you always spoke to me with love and infused me with faith and hope.
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The constant bias in your column makes Fox News look fair. You highlight every last message from singles “desperate,” “hurting,” and “in pain” but refuse to even recognize the existence of the many of us who are very happy being single. Your writing actively promotes prejudice and discrimination because it conveys the message that to be single is to be unfortunate. For so many of us who are single by choice, that is anything but the case. We have lots of friends, both married and single, freedom to volunteer in our communities, and wonderful activities that keep us not just busy but happy. Do you realize the stereotype you’re promoting that all of us are unhappy with our lives revolving around meeting a mate demeans every one of us. Stop the generalizations. At 50, I haven’t once heard the pounding of a so-called “biological clock.” Our happiness is not a pretense because we chose this life. Many of us get together as a group for holidays and lately, a lot of our conversation has revolved around how fed up we are with the constant imposition of a cookie cutter life that refuses to recognize the diversity of the 21st century.
Here is more proof that plenty of us singles are NOT in crisis:
http://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2012/02/12/the-advantages-and-disadvantages-of-living-alone/living-apart-and-together-the-optimum-balance