-
Lesbian Stories
-
Lesbian Female / 22
Mixed Religions, Plural Marriage, To My True Love Elena
I have a friend, a fellow student. Over this last winter break I accepted her invitation to go to her home over the break. I'm a Jew, so for me Christmas isn't our holiday. I agreed to walk into the lion's den, surrounded by Christians.
Everyone was nice and welcoming me, sensitive to my Jewish traditions. They had reached out to the local Temple to receive me. I got a g*ft from them, a book. It was about 'A women's place in modern society'. Not widely distributed. I read it, and asked my friend if she had read it. She said yes, when she was fourteen, before she was married. Married? She was married? At fourteen?
I met her husband, who I thought was her father. Who I thought was her mother was her elder sister, her elder sister wife. And after Christmas dinner, the conversation turned to getting married. And how much room there was in the house for a new wife. And they would very much want me to join them. My friend had made the suggestion.
They would certainly accommodate my Jewish religion, and accommodate me during my time adapting to a plural marriage. I was speechless, lost. Her husband took my hand and kissed me. He was sure to let me know my friend loved me and had asked for me to share my life with her.
I was married in a quiet intimate ceremony, accepted my new husband. And took my sister wife's hand, trembling, I told her I loved her, and I accepted her as my sister wife.
Everyone was nice and welcoming me, sensitive to my Jewish traditions. They had reached out to the local Temple to receive me. I got a g*ft from them, a book. It was about 'A women's place in modern society'. Not widely distributed. I read it, and asked my friend if she had read it. She said yes, when she was fourteen, before she was married. Married? She was married? At fourteen?
I met her husband, who I thought was her father. Who I thought was her mother was her elder sister, her elder sister wife. And after Christmas dinner, the conversation turned to getting married. And how much room there was in the house for a new wife. And they would very much want me to join them. My friend had made the suggestion.
They would certainly accommodate my Jewish religion, and accommodate me during my time adapting to a plural marriage. I was speechless, lost. Her husband took my hand and kissed me. He was sure to let me know my friend loved me and had asked for me to share my life with her.
I was married in a quiet intimate ceremony, accepted my new husband. And took my sister wife's hand, trembling, I told her I loved her, and I accepted her as my sister wife.
