Dear Matzav Inbox,
Every year, as sure as the traffic clogs Route 17, we get treated to the same tired charade: families pack up for the “summer in the country,” only for husbands to vanish back to the city by Monday morning, leaving behind wives to play single parent all week long. Then, come Thursday night, these husbands trickle back up for a quick 48-hour reunion, if that.
This bizarre ritual, so widely accepted in our frum community, is not cute. It’s not “reality.”
It’s dysfunction parading as normalcy, and it’s time someone said it out loud.
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