He was supposed to be my "boyfriend", the "love of my life"... he was often abusive, but I was scared and had no where else to go. One day he got drunk, and beat me, forced me to have sex with him and held me hostage in our apartment while threatening to kill me.. all because I tried to leave.
I didn't tell anyone about him forcing me to have sex with him for a long time.. I was ashamed, and I didn't think of it as sexual assault, because he was my boyfriend at the time. But it had happened before, he would threaten to take my keys and lock me out if I didn't preform on him. Once I left, I had many friends tell me it was my fault for not leaving sooner.. and that I brought the abuse on myself. It took me a long time to realize that wasn't true.