Catharsis

My husband bought me white roses, just like those that had made up my wedding bouquet.

He bought me a beautiful card that said 'To a special lady on a special day' that spoke about how much he loved and cherished me.

We both said the Yom Kippur Vidui where we asked God to forgive our sins, just like we said on the day of our wedding at the Mincha afternoon prayers.

We lit beautiful scented candles in our bedroom.

Then we dilated me with the large dilator and the dildo, 10 minutes each. We made it into a bit of a game, incorporating it into foreplay.

And then we slipped him inside me. And tears started in his eyes. Because he was in me. And I was smiling. And he wasn't hurting me.

And then we made love. Pain-free, happy, all consuming love. And we cried in each others' arms. Because this was holy and our marriage now bound us in a new and important way. And because we were letting go of the pain and walking into a new life, a new world of possibilities.

A world where our marriage was whole.
And consummated.