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He Forces Me to Have Sex Every Day

This isn’t love, it isn’t anything…

Mary Carter
4 min read3 days ago
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“It’s because I desire you so much” — that’s what he said after forcing himself on her. As if desire justified rape. As if a ring on her finger meant ownership of her body. As if love was synonymous with submission.

Imagine for a moment that you’re there, lying in that bed, with his weight on your body, his hands forcing your arms against the mattress, while his voice, once so familiar and comforting, now whispers that pathetic excuse in your ear. How would you feel realizing that the man who promised to protect you has become your greatest threat?

The husband demands sex every day.

He doesn’t ask, doesn’t suggest — he demands.

When she refuses, he doesn’t discuss. He simply takes what he considers his right. And then he sleeps peacefully, while she cries in the bathroom, trying to process how the man who swore to love her transformed into her abuser. Think about what it would be like to live like this, in a constant state of alert, your body tense at every sound of keys in the door, your heart racing with each step he takes toward the bedroom.

How many nights could you endure before your spirit completely breaks? How long until you start doubting your own sanity, your own perceptions of right and…

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