Hi all, so I posted some of this on my previous post,but I wanted / needed to tell it all. it is long, so i apologize right now. As I said in my other post, I was called the " Golden Child" growing up. As I said, I had a terminally I'll sister and when I was born Mom and Dad always said that " if I had not come along they would not have survived her illness". I know it doesn't sound that bad but it set me up thinking I had to take care of everyone and stuff my feelings. Mom drank, and quite often, especially holidays, Mom would get drunk, a fight would start, and I would be taking care of her, and trying to make everyone happy. That was my job after all. So fast forward to me getting married. He was17, iI was 19. Things were okOK for awhile until he started getting bored and would move back to Boston to be with his family, and then after 6 months move back to Seattle. Then he got bored with our sex and started getting rough. When I had our 1st daughterI was hemorreging. He ddidn't care, and raped me for the 1st time. I hemorrhaging even worse. But my job was to make him happy right......? The abuse continued for years and each time i I said it was my " duty" as his wife. I also suffered from endometriosis. 10 Various surgeries iI 7 years. Daughte. 2 Came along. I finally had a hysterectomy Afte 5. Days, rape again. What finally woke my up was one morning I woke up sore, wet, and bruised. I asked him if we had sex and I didn't remember. He admitted he slipped a sedative into my wine and then had sex. with me. I was shocked of course. I asked if I ever woke up and he said nope, just rolled you over. I asked if I was even wet. He said nope, but then you are tighter that way.I was stunned. Then we went out and had a lovely family day........later that evening I was talking to a friend and told him what happened. He was quiet then said, " Baby, don't you understand? He raped you last night" it all came crashing in on me. All the nights I lay there crying softly so iI would not wake the girls. I left. 1 Week later. To make it even worse I found out he had been molesting my daughter. Due to certain circumstances we could never prove it. And she blocked it out. My sister just told me that when they were tonnages my daughter told her what happened, but due to some things she said, my sister never told me about it. For one, she adored my ex, and thought I made my daughter say these things. so yet another betrayal after betrayal. So all these thing iI have come to light within the last week and along with my memories of my father. I have had some therapy and I plan to restart again. But again, this is the 1st timeI i have ever told my story. If you have made it this far, thank you for reading my story. Many tears asI i wrote this, but it feels like a weight lifted a little. Thank you all so much.