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March 18, 2011
We received the religious divorce. I had gotten the number of the rabbi from my motherís friend, whose daughter had gotten divorced a few years earlier. That was a much messier divorce; over a lunch, my momís friend told me of all the troubles, and how he stole their money to go gambling, and how she was left taking care of the baby alone. You are in a much better spot, she said. No kids, no debt, no nothing. Like a new girl.

I called up the rabbi. He had a drawn-out, slow, thoughtful speech