for all the times my consent didn't matter to you. for all the times you told me that since we're in a relationship I should want to have *** with you. for all the times I had to hide in the bathroom crying while looking at all the red marks and the bruises. for all the nights I stayed up trying to catch my breath while you were sleeping beside me. for all the times I cried during an act that was supposed to be intimate. for all the times you grabbed me and said "please, baby, please? I love you" for all the times you saw me crying because of the random man who tried to grab me on the streets. for all the times I told you about my PTSD I suffered due to childhood ****** abuse. for all the times you took advantage of me. for all the times you hurt me, I am now going to conquer.
you have made me suffer through another type of abuse, an abuse that many people don't realize real. because of you, I suffered through domestic violence/marital ****.
I am not a victim, I am a survivor.
I wrote this the day before I decided to break up with my boyfriend, almost two months ago. I thought I should post this now to show people that marital(spousal) **** is real, and is a serious manner. The one time I second handedly told my story, someone said to me, "But if that was their boyfriend, then they didn't **** them. That isn't classified as ****". But sure enough, it is.