His parents are coming for a visit today. They don’t live nearby. I haven’t seen them in about a year and a half. Only met them a few times before. But they know more about me than my own family. He’s told them about the abuse and rapes. He’s also talked to them more about our relationship problems than he’s talked to me about them.
On Tuesday night, he did something during sex that was painful for me. I have a neck injury right now and was in a neck brace at the time. My mobility was limited. So I used my voice to tell him I didn’t like what he was doing and to do something else. All good, I thought. He moved on to doing something else. Less than 5 minutes later he went back to doing what I’d just said no to. Having to say no to the same thing twice in short succession like that is triggering on its own. Combined with the pain I was already in and the lack of mobility, I was done. Just fully triggered. This was my fault, somehow. He got angry with me for ending the sex. And he’s avoided talking to me about it ever since.
My ex’s family had a cottage. Our first trip there, he raped me on the first night. I spent the next day hiding in a bedroom, pretending to be sick. Had to listen as his family talked about me, wondering what was wrong with me and making comments about me being anti-social. Been reliving that the last couple days as I’ve been dreading this visit. It’s too similar. I’m just expected to endure. But I can’t.
On Tuesday night, he did something during sex that was painful for me. I have a neck injury right now and was in a neck brace at the time. My mobility was limited. So I used my voice to tell him I didn’t like what he was doing and to do something else. All good, I thought. He moved on to doing something else. Less than 5 minutes later he went back to doing what I’d just said no to. Having to say no to the same thing twice in short succession like that is triggering on its own. Combined with the pain I was already in and the lack of mobility, I was done. Just fully triggered. This was my fault, somehow. He got angry with me for ending the sex. And he’s avoided talking to me about it ever since.
My ex’s family had a cottage. Our first trip there, he raped me on the first night. I spent the next day hiding in a bedroom, pretending to be sick. Had to listen as his family talked about me, wondering what was wrong with me and making comments about me being anti-social. Been reliving that the last couple days as I’ve been dreading this visit. It’s too similar. I’m just expected to endure. But I can’t.