Opinion

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been approached and told, “I have a shidduch story just as bad as one of yours.” I’m not in a competition. I’m not trying to be the one with the all-time worst dating experiences. I will gladly hand that crown or scepter to another.

No matter if we’re 19, single, married for 50 years, or divorced... we have all asked ourselves the same question this reader has.

Dear Goldy,

My profile is on a few dating websites. I was contacted by a guy from one of them. We began chatting online, and when we realized things were still moving in the right direction, we started calling each other and hearing each other’s voices. So far, so good, right?

In last week’s column, I published a letter from a mother whose son is diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder among other diagnoses. Through a conversation with her preteen daughter, she felt like she was just hit with a ton of bricks, fully realizing and accepting that her son would not have any of the experiences one has when they are in the parshah; finding someone you develop feelings for, love, a proposal, marriage, and raising a family with... Where is her son’s shidduch?

I know it’s only May, but all I am seeing are celebrities who have been asked by colleges to address the graduating class or who are receiving their well-earned degrees (a Master’s for Shaq). The news is showing snippets of speeches. Some were silly and fun, some were over-the-top serious and way too political, and some were just plain funny (Henry “the Fonz” Winkler comes to mind).

This is a different type of letter. Most of you aren’t expecting it. But I’ve allowed people to vent in my column, and this mother really needed to vent...