My husband raped me last night. There is no use me denying that this is what he is doing any longer. I was asleep, he reached over and started doing things, I tried rolling over and telling him no, and before I knew it he was holding me down and forced me. I was kicking and yelling no, I don't think I could have been any clearer. I wanted to think it was a bad dream but there is the pain and the bruises. I don't know what to do. I can't talk to my mother about it or his mother, and I really have no friends since I've become a stay-at-home mom, I just don't know what to do anymore.
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