I started thinking about my relationship with my husband.
I am married. I've been married for twenty one years.
I was raped after I had been married only one year.
My husband still does not know.
When it happened, it was during a period of time where he would get drunk to the point of passing out, so it was easy for me to hide everything from him.
It was not easy for me to be intimate with him, but somehow I managed to. I never really gave myself to him after I was raped. When I was intimate with him, my mind went somewhere else. My heart, my mind, and my body haven't really been his in these past twenty years.
Anyway, things are worse now. We talk very little, and haven't been intimate in years. The lack of sex doesn't really bother me. I absolutely CAN NOT stand the thought of being touched, let alone being touched sexually.
But I do miss the closeness we had.
Then there are the times I think it would be better if I just left him, and lived alone. That way, I could just be alone with my miserable self.
Still, I wish for those days before I was raped. They were happy times.
I don't know if I can ever give him my body, my mind, or my heart again, with true love for him.
It makes me want to cry.