I Let My Husband Rape Me, and Here’s Why

I Let My Husband Rape Me, and Here’s Why…




If you consent once, you’ve consented forever, right? I mean, how is he supposed to know if I don’t want to anymore? If someone had told me that just because I’m sleeping in the same room with a penis, that doesn’t make me obligated to have sex with it—or that I could actually say yes one time, no the next time, and yes another time—I would have thought they had lost their marbles. Men have uncontrollable, biological needs. I knew that much.

Shortly after, I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t love the guy. I hardly knew him, really, but that didn’t matter. There was only one option in those situations. I was terrified enough of both the real and existential repercussions of my sin to get married without even telling my own mother I was pregnant. I was dumb enough to think I could make it work. God only protects you when you obey Him, and any marriage is successful with Him in it.

Read more at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/removingthefigleaf/2016/08/i-let-my-husband-rape-me/#JrRZt1KBtZtRMS9p.99