Why? You didn't like the kosher food?
I have had no problem with their food or themselves running around in their yarmulkes
, hats, beards, wigs and God even knows what else but when they told me off for using a diary plate for chicken and they threw it away, or when I was told by one of their kids I'm an animal as I don't make a Bracha
(don't pray) before my meal, it made me feel slightly unwelcome.
According to their believes, Rabbi couldn't touch me, (I'm a female and what's even worse: a goyische
) so each time he was passing by, he would try to be as far from me as he could with a disgust on his face. It is actually funny when I think of it now but trust me, didn't feel right back then.
Simply not knowing their rules (because they didn't care to inform me) I used the microvawe to prepare meat. Afterall they were all very upset and told me they need to go through 'an exhausting process' to make a microwave kosher back again. From that point on I gave up eating in the house, unless they told me to make a dinner for them. I honestly suppose everything in their life was depending on religion, including microvawe, apparently.
Do you want me to continue? I could probably write a book...