It has taken me a while, but I'm finally ready to write my story.
I was first raped at 5, then at 16, and ten months into my marriage, my husband did the unthinkable. We got into a fight one night and I showered and gone to bed. I woke up to him pulling off my clothes. It happened so quick, I didn't have time to fight. In only a matter of seconds, my clothes were off and he was inside me. He rammed himself into me so hard. It hurt so much--I tried to get away, but he just followed me until he came inside me. He even used lubricant so he could get in easier, but it still felt like i was being ripped apart.

I was shocked, I couldn't believe he had done that to me. The next day he apologized and said he wouldn't do it anymore. I forgave him and I forgot about it until he did it again, 2 years later, when I was pregnant with our second child. For a year, off and on, he raped me whenever he felt like it. I would cry and beg him not to, but he did it anyway. Some times he really hurt me--I would be sore for days.

Every time he would rape me, a part of me would die. He has turned my life upside down. I don't think I could ever love or trust another man. My husband was my everything and he betrayed me in such a horrible way. I don't think I could ever be whole again.