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Prelude and Fugue

There are men who leave you for another woman, and there are men who leave you for a man. Then there are those who dump you for God.

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We met during a youth music festival, flirting across the wind section of a large symphony orchestra. If there was an obstacle to our romance, it was not that he was Jewish and I wasn’t; it was that he played the tuba and I played the violin. There’s a reason why there are no duets for these two instruments.

Two years later, on a sweltering afternoon in his mother’s apartment in Holon, we tried to read through Handel sonatas with him playing the basso continuo—an athletic feat for the tuba. Soon he was sweating with exhaustion, and my ears rang as if my head had been stuck inside a church bell. The tuba and violin just weren’t meant to be together without the chaperone of a full orchestra. But that didn’t stop us from moving in together soon after. When he got a position with an orchestra in Jerusalem, and a job I had meant to take up in London fell through at the last minute, I moved to Israel to be with him.

Our religious difference was not an issue—at first. At age 23, he was stridently secular. He despised his Orthodox fellow Israelis for their refusal to serve in the army, their reliance on the state to support their large numbers of children, their attempts to kill any form of fun on a Friday night. Penguins, he called them, in reference to their black and white clothes. Parasites.

Like many young Israelis, he had traveled the globe and was as intrigued by other spiritual traditions as he was repelled by his own. He had been mesmerized by the ritual of a Japanese tea ceremony; meditated in a Zen monastery in San Francisco; joined in the cathartic whirl of Capoeira on an orchestra tour to Brazil.

I, on the other hand, wanted to convert to Judaism. There were Jewish roots on my father’s side, and when I first entered a synagogue in college, I had felt their tug. I wanted to learn the beautiful tunes of Erev Shabbat, the mysterious choreography of the Amidah prayer with its bows, turns, and curtsies. I played with ideas for a new, Hebrew, name.

All this was a source of amusement to him. That a 27-year-old blonde from a German Lutheran family would be smitten by the Tel Aviv bars and dust-green hills of Jerusalem was not in itself a surprise. After all, there were many more like me, scattered across kibbutzim and volunteer organizations in the country. But to choose to be Jewish and take on all those rules and prohibitions? Why not take all the joys Israel had to offer—the sunshine, the beaches—and leave it at that?

But after a year of us living together, during which I repeatedly failed to obtain a work visa, he began to talk about my conversion with hope rather than ridicule. It would make things easier with the immigration department. We would, if we ever so chose, be able to marry.

“You realize that they’ll ask about you,” I said. “When there’s a boyfriend in the picture, the rabbis want to meet him.”

“I know,” he said with a shudder. The newspapers were full of bitter debates about the Orthodox grip on conversions in Israel. “I’ll have to learn, too. I might even have to wear a kippa. It’ll kill me, but I’ll do it for you.”

He met a young oboist, a man who had recently become religious; chazar b’tshuva was the expression—he had come back with an answer. Together they went to a yeshiva. And just like that, my boyfriend was hooked. He told me how he had watched the rabbi say a blessing over his glass of water before drinking and was struck by the beauty of the gesture.

“They’re crazy, of course,” he told me with a grin. “But—” and here he made a little semicircle in the air with his index finger, like a Torah scholar introducing a counter-argument—“there’s something special there, too.”

Within a month, he was observant. He rose early for morning prayers. He blessed his food and his drink. On Friday afternoon, he flipped the switch in the fridge to stop the light from turning on automatically. I was delighted. I was now enrolled in an official conversion course and had swapped my jeans for long skirts. On Shabbat, we joined in the ecstatic chanting in a synagogue filled with young, shining faces. Peeking through the lace curtain that divided the men from the women, I thought my boyfriend looked sexy wrapped in a striped prayer shawl. I bought him a cute knitted kippa. There was something intimate about our spiritual journey.

Intimacy of the old kind, however, was over: We stopped having sex. He moved out. One day he turned his head as I reached up to kiss him, so that my lips missed his. At a friend’s wedding, he refused to dance with me. I explained to him that while there were things I was willing to give up to become Jewish, I knew my red lines. I wanted to dance with my husband at my own wedding, for instance; I would not send my children to a school that banned Anne Frank’s diary for being unchaste. He listened—by now he had taken to swaying back and forth when he thought about something—and said that he could not impose any such borders. He wanted to go all the way.

I took my cue from the vivacious young women at the synagogue, the moped-riding Australian rabbi, the raucous laughter around the Shabbat dinner tables of my modern Orthodox friends. Like the slinky long skirts I filled my closet with, I was looking for a Judaism that fit—even flattered—me.

My boyfriend’s yeshiva was strictly black-hat.

His old friends, all secular, started to call me. “You have to do something,” they said. In a country so bitterly divided between the religious and the secular, any move from one camp to the other strained relationships. No more Friday night group outings to bars, or weekend hikes in the Golan Heights. When my boyfriend called on a Friday afternoon to wish them a peaceful Shabbat, his friends heard the reproach.

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Erika says:

I loved this article. It was deep and inspiring. I originally found this article on Facebook and clicked on it because I was raised reform Jewish and dated a man who was Christian. Our religions ended up separating us too even though we remain friends. It is very interesting to hear your story as religion also broke your relationship, but in the end you found true love. It is funny how life turns out (if that had never happened then you wouldnt have become a journalist and written this story for others to read). Thank you for writing this, it is very inspiring and interesting.

David says:

Great piece. It really captured your story. Thanks. D

Harold says:

Very moving. Disturbing too, in more than one way. Thank you.

dan izenberg says:

i remember you from your days at the jerusalem post, even though we never met and i knew nothing about you. now i know you are a wonderful writer with quite a story to tell. i found it especially interesting because, as you say, the secular-orthodox divide in israel is a wide one and i belong firmly to the secular side.

Poignant story, gorgeous and sensitive writing. I just hope it doesn’t add fuel to the “interfaith marriages are doomed” fire. Readers, note that she did intermarry, and it all worked out.

Nice work. The divide in Israel is a sad mess.

Ben Shamir says:

Loved your piece…could sense the sorrow. Unfortunately this is what it is…I’m glad you’ve moved on. No judgements in place…it is what it is…his path…his… nothing you could do… Thanks for sharing…I’ve enjoyed it. Once I judged those god loving people…I’ve learned that my atheism is mine and no one could take it away the same is the other way around. Sometimes I feel jealous with the believers sometimes I just feel pity for them.

Loved this. It broke my heart.

Norman Sider says:

Although the ending of a relationship or marriage between a Jew who is “frum” and another who is not may be the most obvious example of the difficulty of making a relationship work when it involves individuals who, at least ostensibly, are members of the same faith,the problems and heartbreak can also occur when neither Jew is Orthodox. Not all non-Orthodox Jews share the same degree of observance or non-observance or commitment to Jewish learning, or to living according to Jewish ethical teachings. It is hardly surprising that if one partner is passionate about living Jewishly, however defined, and the other is not,that the relationship could be in deep trouble.

Rebecca says:

Beautiful piece of writing. Glad it worked out for you. I wonder if he is also happy, content, fulfilled? Being unequally yoked is never easy.

Great writing.

I hope there’s a story of hope for Israel in your brief portrayal of the Modern Orthodox, as opposed to the black-hatters.

He didn’t leave you for the One Gd. HE left you for a false Gd. The Rabbi. HaKodesh Brachu created us all to meet the challenges in life, not to hide from them. In your ex’s quest to find Gd he lost himself. Many of those penguins know how to reach that empty spot in another’s Jew heart that allows their freewill to be stolen.

I am glad that you have found ‘free’ love.

Wow, what a story. I appreciate your pointing out that your ex was probably a bit of an extremist even before he went “extreme” with his Judaism. I’ve wondered about people who become religious as quickly as you’ve described your ex doing.

harry melbourne au says:

I was very touched, saddened and fascinated by your story. It was so illuminating and insightful… and incredibly real – I was feeling it the whole way through. You were gracious to have shared it with us and your writing is beautiful to read – thank you… and I am happy for the happy ending.

Wendy says:

Sad and beautiful.

Asher says:

Thank you for a gripping story. I am glad that you made it through the pain and found love. Watching someone you love slip away from you is like watching water wash away the sand on which you are standing.

‘Cold spot’? Yeesh. These people are screwing up Israel big time. How are we supposed to have allies with attitudes like this?

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Prelude and Fugue

There are men who leave you for another woman, and there are men who leave you for a man. Then there are those who dump you for God.