My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
This breaks my heart. The way the woman who posted it said it so matter of factly: my husband raped me last night. No capitalization, no accompanying thoughts or feelings or even a plan of action. Nothing to suggest that anything is amiss, that she isn’t broken, physically and especially emotionally.
But her world has got to be coming down around her. I know that were I in her position, I would be overwhelmed with fear, pain, sorrow, confusion and desperation.
But I can’t imagine being in that position. To look at your husband, the man you spoke vows with and promised to honor until death, the man who promised to love, protect and cherish you… and know that he is capable of such a violent, horrible act. To me, rape is the ultimate betrayal in a marriage.
Ladies, this may be beating a dead horse, but rape is rape. It doesn’t matter if you have been married for five years or fifteen years, if your husband forces himself on you, then it is rape. Please, talk to someone: 1-800-656-HOPE.
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That’s so sad. I’m not married, but I still agree with you, I don’t think I could handle having something like that happen to me either, it would make me sick to my stomach.