I am the oldest of 4 children (2 additional brothers and 1 sister), born Jewish and Bar Mitzvahed.

All 3 siblings succombed to the ''guilt'' and married Jewish spouses.

All 3 divorced within 2 years of marriage, and remarried Jewish spouses. They are all miserable.

I married a Presbyterian. She didn't convert. Neither did I.  19 years later, we're still here. I have her trained to keep the tension on my strings, while restringing one of my guitars, and, how to make cole slaw the way I like it. She has me trained to put the toilet seat back down, and, to know the difference between an enigma and an enima. (The latter took a considerable amount of training.)    8-)