NC as I don't want this linked to my other posts.
I was married for about seven years when I was in my mid-twenties/early thirties. EXH was obsessed with porn and had a very, very high sex drive, which was fine in the early heady days but eventually became a huge issue. His ideal was two to three times a day whereas I'd be happy with 3-4 times a week when I was in the mood.
I think he became fixated with some types of porn that I think are a little degrading - I'm quite happy to administer the occasional BJ but I can only describe what he wanted to do as "face-f*cking". I remember that one night it started off okay, but then got so forceful (he was holding my head and controlling it) that I started to choke, I couldn't breathe, tears were rolling down my face and I felt completely helpless. Afterwards I staggered into the bathroom and I was a mess. I remember looking at my face in the mirror and being totally shocked - my eyes had watered so much my make-up was everywhere, I was upset and crying . . . and yet, I calmly washed my face and tidied myself up and climbed into bed beside him. He was fast asleep by the time I came through and it was never mentioned.
He was also obsessed with anal - he always wanted that instead of vaginal intercourse and was constantly badgering me. On several occasions he "accidentally" pushed into the wrong place, which (without lube or preparation) was extremely painful. He would always apologise afterwards but I knew it wasn't an accident. It eventually got to the point where I was so worn-down I used to drink loads and pretend to be asleep so I didn't have to participate; he would then do whatever he wanted.
All the #metoo stuff has made me re-evaluate things that happened during this time. The "face f*cking" episode in particular has stayed with me and part of me is so angry that I want to report him to the police. But is it too late? It was about 8 years ago and I can't even remember what time of year it was, never mind the date or where we'd been that day. There's no point, is there?
I'm so angry at myself now for putting up with this. It was awful. But I remember feeling so guilty for some reason . . .