My divorce made me the black sheep of my family. The million-dollar question is: Can I ever turn white or wear white again?
This popped into my head as my boyfriend recently got down on one knee and you guessed it, asked for my hand in marriage. There he was, all five foot ten of him, on one knee holding out a opened black ring box displaying a beautiful two karat diamond ring in a platinum setting (excellent job I might add, baby).
I had a mix of emotions. On the one hand, I’m a Jewish girl and I had this immediate JAP-y elation when I saw the diamond. But on the other hand, I felt this sad pit in my stomach remembering my embarrassing first marriage and subsequent divorce.