She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her husband had handed their son an unfiltered tablet and opened YouTube.

Miriam froze.
Her heart pounded, her stomach twisted, and every part of her wanted to shout,

“What are you doing?! You’re corrupting the kids!”

Instead, she turned away and lo...

The house was quiet, but not peaceful.
Every sound felt sharp.
The way he turned the page of his sefer, the way she closed a cabinet - each movement carried tension.

They hadn’t fought in days, but they hadn’t spoken either.
She’d stopped trying. He’d stopped caring.

And in that silence, someth...

She used to think she was the crazy one.

Every argument somehow became her fault.
He’d say things that left her shaking and then act like nothing happened.

Her husband’s words had grown sharper over the years, laced with sarcasm and criticism, and cruel comments that left her feeling small and sh...

“I don’t even like the way he chews.”
That’s how Sara started our session - half-laughing, half-crying.
She wasn’t trying to be cruel. She was just… done.

Every little thing about her husband irritated her — the way he drove, the way he dressed, the way he walked and talked.
She felt resentful, dis...

The kids were laughing.
Her husband was on the floor, pretending to be a horse, and three little riders were piled on top of him, squealing with delight.

It should have been a sweet scene.
But in the next room, Rivky stood frozen — hands clenched, heart pounding.

They weren’t in pajamas.
The toys ...

“I’m fine.”
That’s what Tova always said — even when she wasn’t.

Even when she felt invisible.
Even when she cried quietly in the shower because it was the only place no one would hear.

For years, Tova prided herself on being the strong one.
She kept everything together — the house, the meals, the...

 “You think I’m supposed to thank him? For what?!”
That’s what Chavi said the first time we spoke about gratitude.
She was angry, tired, and done being the only one who seemed to care about making things better.

Her husband had been distant for months.
He criticized how she handled the kids, rolled...

The holidays are behind us.
The suitcases are (mostly) unpacked.
The kitchen is (mostly) restocked.
And now… life stretches ahead — the long routine of “regular days.”

This is the time when real growth happens.
When the sparkle of Yom Tov gives way to everyday choices.
When your Shalom Bayis — your...

Have you ever felt like your husband was poking at you, throwing out a comment that stings, demanding you do something, or asking for help with something you know he could figure out himself?

That’s bait.

And when you bite? The fight is on.

🎣 What Is “Bait”?

Bait is anything that tempts you to r...