Looking back on my 10 year relationship and 7 year marriage, I realize I was a victim of mental slavery. I was in an abusive relationship and I had no idea. He didn’t lay a hand on me ever, the abuse was mental. He played mind games that kept me feeling like I was never enough. I was always making excuses for him when friends and family would ask me questions relating. See, I knew he loved me and I’m such a hopeless romantic that I believed love would conquer all.
But sometimes love isn’t enough!
I’ll go back to the beginning to give you all some perspective. I met my husband in junior high school. I had a huge crush on him throughout highschool. We were all friends in the same circle. We kissed in the 10th grade and dated one time before he left for the Army. He joined the military after highschool and I moved to Miami. A few years later he was getting deployed to Iraq and asked me if I would write to him. So I did. Our love evolved over the months of exchanging letters. A year later he was coming home and wanted to be with me. He had another wife at the time, but I didn’t care. I loved him and he loved me. I wanted the life he sold me in my letters. I didn’t care about anything else. We were inseparable at in the beginning.
He had a very high sex drive, higher than most men. I know this because I’ve had my fair share of men in my time. I thought, at first it was because he was in Iraq for a year without the touch of a woman’s body. Things changed when we were living together. Years went on and he still wanted to have sex multiple times a day even after doing it everyday. At first I would just do it. I faked orgasm after orgasm, year after year to keep my husband happy. I ended up loosing my sex drive because I was sexually burnt out. Slowly, I started telling him how I felt. Thinking to myself he was my husband and he would understand. His response was that he wanted to feel wanted and I didn’t want him the way he wanted me. He didn’t feel wanted because I didn’t crave him. I tried to explain that he didn’t give me the time to want him.
This went on for a few years. Faking orgasms until I couldn’t anymore. Speaking up caused arguments and me feeling guilty for not wanting him. How could I not want him when I loved him so much? I questioned myself over and over again. Crying at night when he was sound asleep. I would compensate in other ways when my sex drive was absent. Our house was always immaculate. Dinner tasted restaurant quality if not better. The boys were well taken care of and I always looked perfect upon leaving the house. You would never catch me grocery shopping in sweatpants. (I do now)
By this time I was well aware of his alcohol addiction. I never brought it up because it would be an argument. I tried to trick him into quitting. Working out together worked for two weeks. Then I told him that he smelled and tasted so much better when he wasn’t drinking. He didn’t quit he just drank more pineapple juice to mask the bitter taste on his semen. If I wasn’t fucking him, he wanted me suck him. “You’re my wife, why should I have to masturbate?” was his comeback line. Friends and family were concerned about his drinking and I made excuses for him. He had cheated multiple times and I always took him back.
All I saw was the man I fell in love with. Again I made excuses for him. I lied to my family and I lied to myself. I was blinded to the truth. I even gave everything up and moved to Puerto Rico hoping island life and it’s magic would fix our broken marriage. It didn’t though. 3 months later I took the boys and left him on the island. The truth is, I can never be happy with him because he broke me years ago. I need to love myself. I’m finally loving life again. Very slowly. I know who I am now, or at least who I want to be. I’m being true to myself this time. Never again will I let anyone make me feel like I’m not enough. I will never again fake another orgasm!