I Didn't Know The Name For It
Recently I - like many of you - was horrified to find out that there is a website where men can go to talk about drugging and raping their wives. They help each other out, cheer each other on, and otherwise reveal themselves as quite honestly not even human. My heart started racing. My stomach turned before I even finished it. I knew this pattern - I had lived inside it. At first it started small. He would bring home wine on Friday nights. We'd have a glass or two after dinner. It was a nice relaxation to look forward to. But then he would push for more. When I said I was done, he’d sigh loudly, slam his glass into the sink, ask me - again - why I had to “ruin the night.” It was easier to pour another glass than sit through what came next. I would have done anything to keep the peace. Because if I didn't, he did things like pull our toddlers out of bed at 2 am to scream that "Mommy is being mean to Daddy so you have to play with me!" I would scoop them up, tell them ...