Chapter 40

Chapter 40

I was slowly reaching out to more contacts from the blogesphere. Activity on all blogs had mostly petered out, but I still had the contact information for many of them. Someone gave me the name of a marriage counselor, Dr. Johnathan Singer. I checked in advance: “Is he another one of those self-made men, miracle workers who turn down Columbia degrees?” “No, he’s legit. He studied at Yeshiva University, and he heads the Gezunt clinic.” I made a nighttime appointment and told Dr. Singer that my husband might or might not come with me. Then I asked Yossef Mendel to come with me, and he refused. “He is modern; he doesn’t understand our belief system.” I took a taxi by myself. The driver was chatty, talking about his girlfriend and relationship dramas, and I indulged him in a conversation. I asked him to wait outside the office for an hour, until the appointment was over. I didn’t want to have to spend two hours at 10 p.m. waiting for a taxi. Dr. Singer arrived after me, tall and handsome with a yarmulke on his graying hair, facial stubble giving him a serious air. He was orthodox, but not Hasidic or Yeshivish; he was somewhere on the spectrum of modern orthodoxy. It meant that he knew the professional therapy ethics and also knew about the world I came from. He turned on a noisemaker outside his office and asked me to begin.
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