Although the secular law prohibits multiple marriages and regards consanguineous unions as adulterous and sinful, the Fathers of the Church had thirty wives, some of whom were sisters and some of whom were mothers and daughters who shared the same husband. Some of the sages even married their sisters, aunts and uncles in eternal marriage.
The Church also encourages believers to trace their genealogy, and brothers in the Church can marry the women of their ancestors in a plutonic marriage, so that they can have an eternal belonging and their souls can ascend to the heavenly realm with honor. I, moreover, am one of the few parishioners who are willing to actually marry their own sons, and I should be commended for this, but due to the laws of the land, I can only perform the ceremony for us in secret.
Of course, eternal marriage and physical union are two different things, but a husband is a husband. Whoever he is, if he demands physical intimacy and even expects to have children from that union, it is his right and in accordance with God’s doctrine as revealed in the Scriptures. So my son became my husband, and I became my son’s wife and began to live with him as his wife and mother.
Before marriage, my son’s courtship offense really made me swoon. I also blamed myself for my weak will, his sweet words, which made my springtime, because I never thought that my son would be a suitor under my skirt.
He has been weak and sickly since he was a child, and has often worried me. He was zealous in his religion, and cared nothing for anything else. My late husband, who was not a follower of my religion, was very unimpressed with my son’s religion and mine, and I often had to be like a mother hen, protecting him under my wings and defending him.
Unexpectedly, after the death of my late husband, he made me the object of his pursuit. On a missionary trip to his hometown, he declared his heart and asked me to marry him.
I never imagined that my son would ask for my hand in marriage; I thought he was joking, but I realized that he was serious, and I never imagined that he would use his religious ambitions as a reason for not marrying me. I understood the doctrinal references and thought he was only concerned about the fate of my soul and proposed a marriage alliance of religious significance.
This I appreciated his concern, but he was by no means ambiguous in clarifying that his requirement to fulfill the earthly duties of marriage with me at the same time was not doctrinally forbidden. His reliance on God’s will left me with no excuse, for if he truly had such a comprehension, heaven’s will could not be disobeyed.
After a week of thinking about it and asking for the insights of the Scribes within the Church, I surprisingly decided to commit myself to marrying him.
I don’t know where the courage came from when I said yes, but it must have been God’s support, and when the wedding was immediately scheduled, I wanted to back out but it was too late.
Before we were married, he treated me according to the rules of the Church, and the interaction stopped at the rite.
After our betrothal, we shared a room all through the journey, but slept in separate beds, indicating that his proposal to me was not a lustful desire, but was not contrary to heavenly indications.
In order to avoid embarrassing me, he and I flew abroad to the temple to perform the rituals, and in the bridal chamber, he made love to me as a virgin, and he did it in a thoughtful way, taking care of my feelings as a mother and, of course, the needs of a wife and family. I was asked for permission to be naked, to what extent, in what way, and how many times.
During the honeymoon, I have experienced the sweetness of being respected and cherished by my husband, who tries his best to satisfy me spiritually and physically according to my needs, which makes me believe that I have not married the wrong person, and that this decision is in line with God’s will. I believe that my late husband would not have blamed me if he had known.
When we returned from our honeymoon, the first thing we did was to tell our elder brother about this good deed. He is the leader of the believers in the Church, and he didn’t seem to think so, but what was done was in accordance with the rules of the Church, and there was nothing to be said about it, and he accepted us.
My husband also promised to continue to rely on him in the company. Because of the complexity of the people and events he has to deal with, my husband has shown his weaknesses in terms of experience, mainly in business dealings and family rivalries. As a mother, I wanted to make decisions for him, but at the same time, as his wife, I had to let my husband take matters into his own hands.
Outside the Church, no one knew about our marriage. The only person who did know was my elder brother, who was highly respected within the Church and had a powerful position in the company, and whom my late husband had trusted during his lifetime. His ambition, which soon became apparent, was to seize power in the company.
The situation was tense, the approach and style of work were different, and for this reason, we often quarreled as a couple. For a while, we slept in separate rooms and the red light went on in our married life. I managed to keep it together and had to take a back seat.
Shortly after the wedding, I became pregnant and more mentally stressed because I was not using birth control.
My young husband was ignorant of the art of power. My scheming elder brother used the secret of our marriage as a lever to force the palace to make my husband marry his daughter, so that he could control the situation.
My niece, who is also a member of the Church, knows that she has to share a husband with her aunt. In the family, I am the eldest, and by canon law, I am the first wife, but legally she is the official wife.
On their wedding day, for the sake of the greater good, I was the officiant myself, and with my big belly, I explained to the guests that I was blossoming.
Soon after, I was already pregnant and left the country to give birth. My husband, however, was threatened and could not accompany me.
When my son was born, I was alone in the delivery room, coping with everything, feeling sad about my life, and because of my age, I almost had a difficult labor, but luckily I was able to survive the danger and the mother and son were safe.
Since then, I have been separated from my husband and living as if in exile with my newborn son. My elder brother warned me that if I went back, the marriage and birth of our son and mother would be exposed, my husband would be disgraced, and our son would not be able to stand on his own feet.
While I was in exile, my husband could only steal time to visit me and tell me how much we missed each other, and we cherished the moments we had together, and the trials of separation confirmed that our relationship could withstand the ups and downs.
He made love with more passion and affection than ever before, making our love solidify and deepen. At this time, he wanted to give up everything, and I live together, my husband loves me so much, I have no regrets in death. I don’t value what big brother, vowed to save the first husband’s family business, decided to deploy counterattack.
My niece, a year later, also gave birth to a daughter for my husband. I thanked God, because according to my late husband’s will, the male child had the right to inherit, and thought that God had blessed me with this arrangement.
I went back secretly in order to fight back.
There are still some of my late husband’s close friends in the company who are loyal to me. In the board of directors, there are also some old friends, they are not worthy of what my elder brother did, I use my mother’s identity to get together, to get them to be willing to help, and finally caught the evidence of his cheating, forcing him to resign voluntarily. I will not recover the proceeds of his fraud in exchange for his promise to keep our secret.
We regained control, but decided that family was more important than career and decided to put aside our careers and live a new life with me abroad.
As I teach that divorce is not permitted, and as my husband had affection for his cousin, and for the sake of the daughter she had borne, the three of us met for a showdown. She knew the truth, and was willing to accept the arrangement which was in accordance with the teachings of the Church, to be a co-wife with me, but to recognize me as the wife, and to be willing to live in a concubine. I also graciously accepted her as a “sister” of equal rank, and did not address her as aunt and nephew.
Because I was older and had a near miss with my first child with my “son’s husband”, my husband, although he loved children, made sure that I used birth control. As a result, the responsibility of having children fell on his cousin.
After giving birth to two daughters in a row, she finally gave birth to a son from her third child, and she asked her children to address me as “Big Mother”.
Another proof of my husband’s righteousness and affection for me is that he was in the same room with me six days out of seven in a week before going to his cousin’s room on the seventh day.
I feel that this is unfair to my sister because as a co-wife, it is only right that we must share the pleasure of the room. And as I am twenty years older than my husband, I would have an inferiority complex, fearing that my husband would dislike me in my old age.
But after all, he is a filial piety, will not call mother embarrassed, everywhere for my feelings. Express my love for me will never change, give me more considerate and loving care, and my sister is younger than her husband seven, eight years, sex life should be managed by her, but she managed to give birth, the belly is not empty, one after another, and her husband had sex, in the end, still by doing the sister’s I managed to go on.
By the time she stopped conceiving, her husband’s libido had decreased, and I was much more attuned to the sexual needs of an older person than she was.
Between the two wives, my son knew that he had to make a proper arrangement, one had shared the same suffering and was also his wife and mother, and the other was a childhood friend. As close as brother and sister, the palm of the hand is flesh, the back of the hand is also flesh, both are close, and close to each other, since so close to each other, openly discuss with us, proposed a compromise between us, husband and wife, sisters, three people in the same bed, we all think it is feasible.
My husband has been married to me for twenty years, and I have been a wife to me in bed and a mother out of bed, and have suffered for him, and have risked death to raise his flesh and blood.
He was faithful to me and was forced to marry his young and beautiful cousin, but he still put me first and was so affectionate that I, being a woman, understood that my sister would have to share her husband’s feelings, so my husband made love to me one night and pushed him to my sister beside me the next night.
My niece sees me treating her as if she were my own sister and daughter, and she respects me even more. However, it is out of a woman’s nature for us sisters to compete for favor, and it would be strange if we didn’t.
We are not fighting over who is bigger and who is smaller, but in bed to show their strengths, more superior. At this point, I have the upper hand. My late husband’s sex drive was, in fact, stronger than my son’s, but there was one thing my son and I had when we made love that my late husband didn’t have, an almost obsessive religious fervor, and it was God’s responsibility to him to satisfy the needs of both my flesh and my heart.