Short Story "The Bridegroom"

This story welled up in me this morning. It is a familiar one and could use a little more depth, but I hope it speaks to you anyway.

It was the night of our marriage. In my excitement, I had gone ahead of you to prepare while you bade our guests good night. I laid there awake, but dead, yearning for the passion of your embrace to bring me into a life not yet lived.
I heard you call to me, beckoning me to join you, but the night yawned dark, blackness swirled around.
Gently you spoke, “listen to my voice, follow it and I will be there.”
I grew weary in my searching, grasping in the dark. Then a pale light showed through. I ran to it thinking that I had found you. I fell into your arms panting my thirst for you. You fanned me with your kisses, yet something was amiss. There was hardness in them that I could not understand. I looked up, searching the eyes of another. I turned in horror, to run, to find you, yet he held me fast. He told me of how you would not want me now that I had run to him allowing myself to be defiled by his embrace. My knees buckled under the weight of my guilt. Weakly I allowed him to lead me away.
He told me that he loved me and that he would not hurt me again. He dressed me in alluring gowns, plied me with fine food and strong wine, and brushed intoxicating perfume through my hair. My heart still longed for you and what I had lost, but I convinced myself that what I had was enough.
I built a home with him. You came to my door and knocked but in my shame I hid. As the months slipped into years his words of love became cruel taunts. He reminded me of the vows I had spoken to you and had not kept. He called me a whore and cast me aside. I heard you call to me from the street outside. You spoke of the love you had given me in my youth but I could not bear to have you look upon my scarred face and dirty rags.
He offered me up as merchandise to any who would pay the price.
He promised me love but I was hated. He promised me safety but I was raped. He promised me peace but I knew none.
When the opportunity presented itself, I ran. Blindly through the night, not knowing where my feet carried me. I fell at your doorstep unable to go farther. In the morning I rose to go but you were there. You looked at me with pain and tears in your eyes. You tenderly wrapped me in your arms and kissed my dirty face. I let you hold me, sobbing out my sorrow and pain.
Like a pack of rabid dogs they came to drag me back to him. They snapped and snarled lunging in to grab at my flesh but you fought them off. They struck you blow after agonizing blow. Blood flowed from your face, back, hands and feet. You laid there in my arms dieing, your blood soaked my tattered gown. With your last breath you told me of your undying love for me.
Still they circled waiting to see if you would rise to fight more. Swiftly one moved, kicking at your side. Sharp toed boot met with yielding flesh; more blood run from your motionless body. In my grief I gathered your body to me, screaming out my agony. I had brought this on you. You were beaten and killed because of me.
A glow of light came from behind your eyes; it grew with intensity as it washed over your face, so bright that I could no longer look upon you. In a flash the weight of your body was gone from my grasp. I looked around me to see where you had gone. Your light surrounded my attackers igniting them as they fell, piles of ashes on the ground. I looked down to my own self but something different was happening with me. My dirt was washed away, my gown made perfect and snow white. My hair and skin glowed with the blush of youth again. There you stood alive, arms open wide, beckoning me to you once more.