Btw I was in an awful marriage, he changed the moment we got married, and I was so ashamed I hid it from the world, and myself for many years. Until DS was on the way, and the boundaries of the abuse kept being pushed, and I started to mumsnet (!).
Took me 2 years after I'd managed to get us free that I realized I was raped by him. That's two and a half years after it dawned on me I was being emotionally, physically, socially and financially abused.
(Well, when I say 'dawned', it was more of a dawn breaking with the emphasis on breaking as mumsnetters descended with great big bloody hammers 🔨 to point out the huge signs of intolerable abuse!)
Anyway, I digress. The point being I didn't realize what it was even when it was so clear... I just couldn't get my head around it. I'd actually been told by a 'marriage counsellor' that i was refusing sex as a power game and I should stop, immediately, as I was in fact the aggressor if I refused it. I had told this person what happened with the details below, but it didn't matter to her. Or of course to my husband.
And I believed her, though I am not stupid... yet somehow I was about this. I had internalized society's messages growing up, and although I knew I was suffering and something was not right about this situation... other people's messages over ruled mine, the quiet whisper in my head.
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It wasn't just once or twice by the way, it was hundreds of times over the years, and I'd be crying and saying no, it hurts etc, if I was awake of course. He saw the blood but I guess he just didn't give a shit. And I'd be trying to avoid him until the err, damage healed.
But no, he believed, probably still believes that I was the horrible one. And he was backed up by society.
So sadly I can well believe it. I hope our children grow up to know how wrong this is... but I worry this won't happen.