He comes from a family of 10, and his wife is one of eight. Uncle and aunt to dozens, they are parents to none. Last April, for the first time in years, he sat through an entire Passover Seder.
“I’d begin gasping for breath as soon as the children stood for ‘Ma Nishtana,’” he says. “I’d bolt from the table and sit trembling by myself, even though I knew I was leaving my poor wife alone with all those busy, happy parents.”
What was different about this year’s Seder? “I’d been in a therapeutic workshop with other childless husbands,” he says. “We’d talked openly. I realized others feel the same pain, anger, helplessness. It helped me understand my own feelings – and my wife’s. It gave me tools to deal with them.”
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