My husband raped me last year, then told me to go ahead and call the police. He turned it into hell for me, his father, his friends, and when everything was said and done, the DA who dealt with marital rape said yes, I would get a conviction but she hoped I understood I would serve much more time than my husband if the jury saw any reason to give him any time at all after reading my journals.
My husband was locked into staying in the marriage in 1985 because I am bipolar. They issued a guardianship. This means he can get a divorce if he can come up with the capital for my care. He could never possibly come up with the amount they wanted.
Due to problems in his career, we thought we would get him to be more controlled after his return from the military. For instance, he wanted off second shift, and he had the seniority to get off it but I promised if he would compromise his rights in seniority after just a little while. After he proved himself, I would allow our marriage to normalize. But with new additions to the workforce, there were always problems with someone needing a holiday, a vacation, or a weekend so they could be better fathers or mothers and then there were always those who used the church to get out of Sunday work. If they missed a day in the week then they had to work on Sunday to make up for that day unless someone else could work in their place.
In 31 years, my husband had 6 days off total, not because he wanted to work all the time; it was because his father and others felt that he was the best choice to work. I know many weekends he was just told to come to work because he was being farmed out to other departments because they could not get others to come in. But I maintained the sexless marriage as the control.
Last year he caught me in one of my affairs. First he destroyed the man – fractured his scull, broke his jaw, several ribs, dislocated his knees. All because the man thought he was going to prove my husband was worthless as a man. He swept his cane and put my husband face first on the floor. My husband lost the feeling in his legs four years ago in a spinal cord crush caused by MRSA and my husband showed him who was pathetic. I was slapped into a corner when I tried to stop him from doing more damage.
My husband was taken to a stress center for anger management. My boyfriend was taken to the emergency room. I have seen him one more time since. All it took to reduce the man to a crying pile of fear was the sight of my husband. I was supposed to go to a political function with a friend of his fathers' two weeks later. When the center sent him home, my husband decided he was done with a sexless marriage after 31 years. He said he paid for my roof, my clothes, my food, cleaned and repaired the house and fixed most his meals himself, while I went and enjoyed the life he provided.
I had been staying away to keep from having sex with him after he started taking his rights, because his father said the first time he had what he wanted all bets were off, and we would never get his cooperation again and it had become hard enough. Well, he told me that night I owed 31 years of marital life and the note was due. I could see by the look on his face he was not going to be put off again. I tried to promise things like I will meet anywhere he wanted after the event, even invite his mother and father and talk things through. He said my promise meant nothing. I tried to run out the door, but he ripped my dress off saying he paid for it and the dress stays, I knew there was no escape at this point. I begged him please not like this and he took me to the living room floor, ripped my underwear off and forced me. His father's friend was hammering on the door and heard me crying when my husband answered the door. He said he did not care what my husband wanted – he was coming in and getting me. He ended up being thrown face first into the cement drive off the porch after trying to force his way past, The center had called his father about his release.
My husband's mother and father arrived just in time to see his father's friend hit my husband and my husband's reaction. His father took his friend to the hospital, and his mother came in and thought at first it was a problem with my husband.
She asked what set him off, and I told her every promise I made to her husband. I told her the number of years her son had been left without a married life. I told her what was required and the reasons why her son had never been home for a holiday, and the next thing I knew was I had a huge red handprint on my face. We heard my husband and his father yelling at each other on the porch and went out to see my husband advancing on his father with his cane in one hand and a very angry look on his face, telling his father to either get off his porch or end up like his friend.
His mother went out and asked my husband to back up a second and when she turned to my husband's father, put an even harder hand print on his face. I knew it stung. His father asked why then looked at me and knew what his wife had been told. He said, “You can see why we had to control him. He would have told everyone to go to hell years ago, then taken what he thinks are his rights. His rights are what we are willing to give.”
His mother said, “Well, your rights just became nothing. For supper we are going home and you have the right to shut up and never interfere again. We are leaving and your daughter in law better think of what her next move is, and you'd better too.”
We tried to take what happened to the courts. I would have gone to prison much longer than my husband after my journals were given into evidence. I learned that the law does not allow for the manipulation of a man's life by use of sex at a future time, They call it maintenance of an indentured servant by use of blackmail or coercion, by use of threat, and conspiracy to deny civil rights by use of threat, as well as marital extortion. It was proved my husband provided more than 99 percent of the marital funds. He did more than 70 percent of household chores and virtually 100 percent of the home repairs. The woman's rights advocate said that if anyone was abused, it was my husband. Other women feel my husband should turn me over his knee, and like John Wayne in McLintock used a coal shovel on my rear Just like Maureen O'Hara.
My husband has not been part of society for years and really does not have any compunctions about it, He wants the society where we were destroyed. even and especially if it takes his father to his knees as well as what he calls his friend and their brats.
As for myself, I stay to frightened not to do as my husband wants. He has gone from a person under control to what his father now calls a terrorist because he won't cooperate.
So a woman and a husband's family can be the ones thought to be abusive when the husband decides he will no longer negotiate for sex. My husband used it to bring his own abuse into sharp focus. There have been 12 men hurt now when he decided he did not have to take the jokes, jibes and attempts at control, as well as their insults he endured as well as what he was nicknamed at work. I knew many people knew I denied him sex to get him to do what we wanted. I had affairs with several of them. But his nickname was the embarrassing name of “monk,” indicating he went through life sexless. Like a bunch of kids they kidded him about it but kept it from him that I was not.
Now it's time for me to pay the piper. His father was one of the twelve men hurt my husband backhanded him across the kitchen on Memorial Day. When he was working all those holidays I knew he resented it intensely. He was there for 16 hours on those days.
I remember the last New Years before his retirement when we took his sandwiches to him and one of his co workers who was with us yelled, “We will see that we dance a dance for you with her tonight and make sure she is well kissed at midnight.” He went in to work the next work day and he was telling my husband how good I was in his bed that night. It never happened but my husband was up on a shelf 50 feet in the air with him and he pushed the man off the shelf. I found out with his father about this this year.
His father says I can't believe someone can be that resentful of a joke, It was not the joke but the fact he was forced to work that night with a shotgun at his back. Then some jerk that knew it that should have worked instead makes the jibe. That's why he ended up with his hip and both legs broken, and never came back. My husband kept something called logs and his own words show how angry he is. If someone tries to interfere again, I don't think that my husband will allow their survival the next time even if it means my husband's own survival is not in consideration.