At the Shabbat service in which my conversion to Judaism was celebrated nearly ten years ago, my husband and my four children and I did not sit together but were scattered throughout the sanctuary. This was not planned; neither was it an accident. My conversion caused conflict and divisions among us; my Jewish husband who was not interested in religion, any religion; my two non-Jewish (from a former marriage) children; and our two younger children. I had all alone fallen in love with Judaism. It would have been less disruptive if I had fallen in love with another man.