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I let him have sex with me that night. I can't call it rape because I did nothing to stop it. I didn't even try to say no. I just cried until it was over. I was just thankful to be alive and hoping to make it to the morning so that I could get out of there. I saw him only once after that night - and we weren't alone together. With the support of friends and family, I have moved on to have a truly wonderful life. I will never again allow someone to make me a victim.
I am strong. I am smart. I am a force to be reckoned with. And I learn from my mistakes.
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It is evident through your story that you are strong and smart, and you really proved it. I'm so glad you survived and I'm happy you think of it as a mistake to learn from. Thank you for sharing <3
I have just discovered this website. Thank you so much for your story, for your transparency. I am so glad to know that you got out of this situation and that you are working to help others do the same thing...
I will add my agreement to many others here, you were raped. In the circumstances that surrounded that last night that you described, there is no shadow of a doubt that it was self-defense that kept you from refusing. He could never truly believe that you were interested in being with him.
Do not allow the thoughts of that night cause you to have any guilt - you are blameless. Accepting that you were raped is very difficult, I know. But the worse thing for me was denying it for so very long...
Another force to be reckoned with wishes you the very best...
I understand your story all to well because i have also lived it. My ex is a control freak and that is putting it lightly. The signs were their but stupid me I ignored them. He told me before we married that the man gets the BIGGER piece of meat, and the man gets served first at the dinner table, then the children and when the wife is done cooking then she may eat, I never laughed so hard in my life when he said it, problem was he was dead serious, I ignored it and laughed it off(Big Mistake)!!! The only rules the ex followed were his own and if you didn't obey, you would pay. 20 years of marriage and he gave nothing but HATE the whole time, but I am a strong woman I guess and I have survived and raised 3 God loving children. We are not yet divorced going on 2 years due to Mr.Control Freak and he continues to try and abuse me daily. I married a immature little boy who wanted a Mommy, a coward, a liar and a abuser. Now my job is to make sure our children don't grow up anything like him! I know already they will not, they have big hearts and they know love and how to love, something their Father is uncapable of. I told the hubby once, you don't know ANYTHING about Love, and he answered I was probably right, no Ex Husband, not probably, I WAS RIGHT!!!!
I'm glad you shared your story. I think it will be powerful for many women out there who thought, for one reason or another, that it couldn't/wouldn't happen to them. I love that you've not let this part of your life define you and keep you down, that you've been able to move on, to love again and to have a precious family.
Thanks for being willing to admit this. You never know how easily you can be manipulated until it happens to you.
"I am strong. I am smart. I am a force to be reckoned with. And I learn from my mistakes." #DV survivor...Her story: http://bit.ly/c3RBRk
I am so impressed that you were able to find the courage to write your story. Thank you for sharing it.
And I understand if for reasons of your own that you don't think the word rape applies, but the situation you describe sure sounds like rape to me. There is no implied consent when you are clearly threatened with violence. You did what you needed to do to survive, and if not voicing a formal protest got you out alive than you did the right thing, but don't be afraid to call it rape just because you didn't have a chance to say "no."
I wish you the best.
No one gauges the drama level of these stories. It isn't a contest to see who had it worse. It's not a competition that anyone really wants to excel in ... abuse is abuse is abuse. It really can happen to anyone.
Maybe in the telling, you've helped someone else realize that. And in that, like you, they can GET OUT.
So happy you've been able to escape and move on. Peace and happiness to you. You deserve them.
Thank you for reminding us of the all-too-often insidious nature of domestic violence. Even someone as savvy as yourself can succumb. There's no shame in that...for you. For him? That's a different story. Bless you in your triumph and I pray for your ongoing struggle and ultimate victory.
It is evident through your story that you are strong and smart, and you really proved it.
I'm so glad you survived and I'm happy you think of it as a mistake to learn from.
Thank you for sharing <3
Abuse recognizes no limits in regards to age, race, ethnicity, religion, education, or employment. We see this over and over again on this website. You have an important story to tell and I am glad that you told it. Congratulations on getting yourself out of that situation.
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i am so sorry that this happened to you, yet so glad you lived through it and have shared your story with others. i am awed by your strength and your courage. i'm glad you made it. you deserve every bit of the happiness and joy you and your family enjoy now!
I'm so happy you're able to share this story, and that things that night didn't degrade even further. But girl, by my definition, that was rape. It was coerced, and you had reason to fear for your life if you didn't submit. But I understand your reasons, I think, for not calling it so.
Oh Michelle - wow. What a strong, courageous, amazing woman you are.
I am a regular reader of your blog, but didn't know about your background. Your story. Knowing it now only makes me admire you all the more.
I have my own story (child abuse), but rarely tell it and when I do so, shame engulfs me. I'm in absolute awe of your tenacity and strength to stand up and tell your story. You truly are an inspiration.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Truly, nobody really believes these things can happen to them. Your story is one of hope and triumph and it's a total inspiration. Thanks for posting.
It is so important to share these stories of survival. I think this is such a strong testament to the fact that finding yourself in the midst of a domestic violence situation does not make you "dumb" or "stupid". Even someone who had worked with victims can find themselves in that place.
It is a testament of your strength and courage that you got away and now have a beautiful, violence-free life. That is beautiful!
Thank you for sharing this. I know where you are coming from and I never thought I would ever be in that situation either. I am thankful that you were able to get out before it was too late. And I am thankful every day that I did too.
Thank you for sharing your strength with others. Your story is one that will open others eyes...because it can happen to anyone.
As for the sex that night, although it doesn't fall under the actual definition of rape, you and I both know the feeling is the same. Allowing it to happen because you fear for your life....that makes it rape.
Your are a courageous woman. Thank you for sharing your story.
Wow- seems to me, like you really are a force to be reckoned with.
You are brave.
You are smart.
And I am so glad that you got out.
What an incredible post. Just because you were "on the other side" doesn't make you immune. This wasn't your fault. So glad you are in a better place now.
I too woke up one day to realize I'd missed every red flag and that I was in an emotional abusive relationship. it's like being hit with a ton of bricks. I too am smart and knew the signs and statistics of domestic violence. It can happen to anyone, and I'm thankful that we both were able to get away physically unscathed. Thank you for sharing your story.
Oh Michelle! Thank God you are ok, and look at the beautiful family you have now! I'm so sorry this happened. I think the hardest to see is verbal /emotional/ mental abuse. You are right that it's so subtle and slow somehow that women can't see it for what it is. Thank goodness you got out.
Love to you my friend.
I love your last line. You truly are a force to be reckoned with! It's amazing to see how sometimes it's so easy to look past the seemingly small bad things until suddenly you don't know where you are or what got you there.
Thank God for your survival and your strong voice!