Yom sheni, 19 Tishrei 5771.
When Abba and I were first married, we shared a luxury "time share" apartment for a weekend with three other couples. For the evening's entertainment, one of the couples introduced the new game, "Trivial Pursuit." The object of the game is to answer questions based on all kinds of trivial facts about literature, history, science, popular topics, and so on. I suppose it is a way to show off how well-educated or "up on current topics" one is.
It was agreed that we would play in husband-and-wife teams. What could have been a fun evening turned into a strange lesson in marital harmony, and its main enemies.
We watched as two of the couples, married longer than we, tore into each other in what we assume was supposed to be good-natured teasing. It was really a way to distance one teammate from his or her partner's apparent stupidity.
We never asked the other non-abrasive couple what they were thinking. But Abba and I kept looking at each other in horror... and later promised each other that we would never, ever publicly humiliate each other. P.S. The two couples who attacked each other all night are no longer married.
Here is similar wisdom from a rabbi to whom my Dutch friend, Isha Smoles-Assis, recently introduced me.
These questions and answers are posted weekly by Rabbi Aron Moss of "Nefesh" at 54 Roscoe St Bondi Beach, Sydney, Australia:
Question of the Week:
My wife has no sense of humour. She says I make fun of her in public (and she's always happy to tell me just how bad I am - even in public). Shouldn't she be able to take a joke?
Answer:
Jokes are serious. The line between a friendly jibe and a humiliating stab is often a fine one. You have to question whether the laugh you may get is worth the pain you may inflict. But between husband and wife, humiliation is simply criminal. It goes against everything that a marriage is supposed to be: an exclusive oneness.
In the Jewish wedding ceremony, after standing under the Chuppa, the bride and groom are taken to a private room, known as the Yichud room. Yichud means oneness and exclusivity. By entering this room, a secluded place where no one is present but the couple, they create a sacred space that is theirs and theirs alone.
The newlyweds leave the Yichud room after a few minutes, but in a way they should never leave it. The privacy and oneness of the Yichud room must be taken with them in their marriage. The relationship between husband and wife is a sacred and secluded place, and should stay that way. Any word or action that jeopardises the privacy and unity of a marriage must be erased from our repertoire.
When you make fun of your wife in front of your friends, you have momentarily stepped out of the Yichud room. You have abandoned your soul-partner, leaving her alone and isolated just for a few cheap laughs. To make a joke is fine, but never at the expense of your oneness.
When your wife publicly criticises you, she has allowed strangers into the Yichud room. She is inviting others into a moment that should only be between the two of you. There is a time and a place for criticism in a relationship, but not in the presence of others.
These mistakes are so common that to many they have become acceptable. But it is these little things that can erode a good marriage. For a relationship to thrive it must always remain an exclusive oneness. Once you get comfortable in the Yichud room, you'll never want to leave.
Good Shabbos and Good Yomtov,
Rabbi Moss
To subscribe email rabbimoss@nefesh.com.au
When Josh was small, he wrote for a school assignment: "My father drives and drives, and my mother raises crops of boys." That has been my job description ever since.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Chapter One. Small Kindnesses, and Gratitude.
Yom sheni, 17 Shevat 5770.
As I sit cuddled up after my nice hot bath, awaiting the arrival of Abba's bonsai tree, while putting the finishing touches on an editing job about marriage... I am compelled to write to you, my dear sons and daughters-in-law, about what makes marriage work for Abba and me.
You see, it's these very things that make me feel the need to write.
In the marriage article, written for people whose marriages are "on the rocks," bonsai trees and heated dressing rooms are suggested, as means to save the marriage.
Not exactly these details, mind you. But taking care of each other, in ways Abba and I are blessed to have figured out, so as not to need the "couples retreat." So here for you are suggestions One and Two:
When your wife gets out of the bath, surprise her with a small space heater set up in her normally 10-degree Celsius bathroom. (Wifey, when you snuggle into your nice, warm bathrobe, be sure to remember to mention his kindness!)
Dear DIL, (forever after referred to as kallah, for reasons I will discuss later), when he mentions a passion he's always had -- such as a bonsai tree -- try to make it happen, when financially feasible. (Son-of-mine, when your dear wife goes to the bother and expense, be sure to say "Thank you!" with full eye contact.)
These suggestions may seem overly simple.
But they are good starters; and judging from what the therapist had to say in the small book he asked me to edit, there are many, many people for whom these ideas are not intuitive. And I want so much for you to be survivors, in this Era of Divorce.
Adore each other. You have my brachot for success!
As I sit cuddled up after my nice hot bath, awaiting the arrival of Abba's bonsai tree, while putting the finishing touches on an editing job about marriage... I am compelled to write to you, my dear sons and daughters-in-law, about what makes marriage work for Abba and me.
You see, it's these very things that make me feel the need to write.
In the marriage article, written for people whose marriages are "on the rocks," bonsai trees and heated dressing rooms are suggested, as means to save the marriage.
Not exactly these details, mind you. But taking care of each other, in ways Abba and I are blessed to have figured out, so as not to need the "couples retreat." So here for you are suggestions One and Two:
When your wife gets out of the bath, surprise her with a small space heater set up in her normally 10-degree Celsius bathroom. (Wifey, when you snuggle into your nice, warm bathrobe, be sure to remember to mention his kindness!)
Dear DIL, (forever after referred to as kallah, for reasons I will discuss later), when he mentions a passion he's always had -- such as a bonsai tree -- try to make it happen, when financially feasible. (Son-of-mine, when your dear wife goes to the bother and expense, be sure to say "Thank you!" with full eye contact.)
These suggestions may seem overly simple.
But they are good starters; and judging from what the therapist had to say in the small book he asked me to edit, there are many, many people for whom these ideas are not intuitive. And I want so much for you to be survivors, in this Era of Divorce.
Adore each other. You have my brachot for success!
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