I Had Sex With My Husband Just To Keep The Peace

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I F*ck My Husband to Keep the Peace

"It's my duty as his wife. This is one of the things that comes with marriage."

Pick your battles.

It's a cliché that's rooted in meaning, and is a pretty steadfast and helpful way to live your life. Not everything is worth an argument. Some things you just have to grin and bear through, knowing that it's easier than constantly fighting for your own way.

Which is exactly why I ended up f*cking my husband to keep the peace during our two years of marriage.

Looking back, of course this wasn't OK. I didn't know then about being sex-positive. I didn't ever stop to think that my husband was emotionally abusive, manipulative, and a narcissist. It didn't occur to me that the way he treated sex was not OK and that his anger when I turned him down was a huge red flag.

But in the moment, all I could think was that letting him f*ck me would finally make him shut the hell up.

In the beginning, we had a fine sexual relationship. But, like most relationships, as you ease into a place of comfort, the blowjobs while driving and abandoning pots on the stove so you can f*ck on the kitchen floor become less of the norm.

I'm a firm believer in still having an exciting sex life, no matter how long you've been with your partner but it always slows down. It's life. It's loving someone over lusting after them. It's normal.

What isn't normal is having sex with someone simply because they won't leave you alone about it.

My husband was addicted to sex, I'm fairly certain. From his porn collection before we met, to the numerous times he cheated on me by having casual sex with random women, to his Googling for nude selfies, I was convinced he was an addict. It made perfect sense, and it also explained why he threw such a massive fit every time I turned down sex.

The begging. Oh my God, the begging! It always started out as a plea but if I turned him down, he only became more persistent. "Come on. Please?" he would say over and over again like a horny teenager on prom night.

No excuse mattered to him. If I complained about being tired, he would remind me about how early his work days started. If I argued that I just wanted to relax, he'd pester me about why sex with him wasn't relaxing. If I insisted that I just didn't feel like it, his insecurity became smothering. "You used to be horny all the time. Why don't you ever want to have sex?"

I used to take my time going to bed, hoping he'd be sound asleep by the time I got there and I wouldn't have to fight the most irritating fight ever. But instead, he was waiting with a scowl on his face. "I told you I wanted to have sex, what the hell have you been doing?"

So I gave in. Over and over. It's just sex, I thought. I even began to repeat a mantra like a 1950s housewife. "It's my duty as his wife. This is one of the things that comes with marriage."

Because I couldn't take his frustration and anger over it anymore. Dealing with his sh*tty attitude for days was more exhausting than just having sex. But it only ruined my views on being sensual and arousal.

He often asked me why I never initiated sex but I wasn't ready to admit the real reason why — he took all the fun out of it. Of course, having sex didn't make our relationship any better. It didn't stop him from cheating on me or using sex as a bargaining tool and weapon. It only kept the peace for the night.

It wasn't until after we divorced and I started a new relationship that I was reminded of how fun sex can be — and how important consent is.

While my husband never forced me down and raped me, I think about the times I cried during sex because I simply didn't want to do it. I think about how persistent he was, how he made me feel like I owed him sex simply because I was his wife, and that my thoughts and ideas on sex didn't matter. If I ever argued, "I don't feel like it," his retort was, "Well, I do."

I'm willing to do a lot of things to keep the peace. I'll pick the dirty clothes off the floor instead of passive-aggressively showing my new boyfriend where the hamper is. I'll accept apologies instead of pushing for more remorse. I'll even let an argument go when I know there's no chance of either of us seeing the other person's side. Choose your battles.

But sex? Sex should never be a battle.



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