I've just read this thread, horrified.
OK. To try a different tack.
Imagine every time you were having sex, you tried to insert a finger in his bottom.
And every time he told you he didn't like it. How about you tried 3 times and then when you weren't having sex, he got upset and told you that he didn't like it, he finds it upsetting and he is hurt that you keep doing it despite knowing he doesn't like it.
Now try to imagine what you would have to feel about him, to try to do it for the 4th time?
Do you imagine you could feel love for him to try it again? Do you feel respect for him to try it again? Do you care at all about his well being to try it again?
I would imagine that if he felt any of those things for you, he would not be able to do it.
The sad fact is, he doesn't feel any of them. He can't possibly. He has to believe it's his right to rape you (and if he has digitally inserted himself, then it is rape) or sexual abuse you (if he has not).
And in order to think that, he has to believe a number of things; that you are lesser, that your feelings are not important; that your body is his property.
If this was me right now, I would be using the fact of what he has done as leverage. I would threaten him with the police and his mother being told unless he ....... (whatever it takes to give you security to get away. Money, signing over deeds, moving out, etc etc)
I really hope you break this cycle. You are worth more than this. It must break your heart that he treats you like this.
My ex dp used to physically assault me- break plates over my head, punch me in the face and head, knee me in the crotch (I got an hernia) rip my knickers off to humiliate me and spit on me.
I still loved him. The him that 80% of the time didn't do that. I wanted to help him, to fix him. Until it dawned on me that I couldn't.
In fact that is wrong. I left when I physically could not cope with his systematic dismantling of my personality/ my soul/ my self worth.
I still actually tried from a distance to help him. Then it dawned on me. Particularly when he hit me over the head with the plastic washing basket that split and caused defense wounds to my arms.
Why wasn't he trying to win me back, why wasn't he on his best behaviour? Why wasn't he humble?
And the answer is either because they are broke. Too broken to fix. Or, they see you as shit on their shoe, to be treated however they like, and nothing will ever get them to see you in higher esteem.
And you know what definitely never in a million years as it goes against human psychology, will never get them to see you in higher esteem?
You putting up with it.
I guarantee they see a weak, pathetic person who puts up with another person treating them appallingly. They can't respect that. In their eyes the more you stay the more you are giving them permission.
My heart broke. Unfortunately I was on public transport when I couldn't contain the feeling of being utterly distraught at how the person I loved with all my heart could possibly treat me like this.
I know you must feel like this. He won't change.
The question is, how many years will you waste, until the inevitable ending takes place?