Warning: This post deals with coercive control and may be triggering for some people.
I was young, isolated and at home with a baby. My partner was often home late from work and out on the weekends ‘with the boys’.
Needless to say, I was exhausted.
I felt like a single mum on most days.
There was little to no affection or appreciation from my partner towards me, so unsurprisingly I wasn’t feeling particularly interested in having sex with him.
However, he expected it; throwing tantrums at times when I would say no, punching the bed and making accusations:
“No wonder I’m never home, THIS is why I stay out so late.”
“You wonder why I watch so much porn.”
This pattern of blaming and guilting me into sex had started earlier on, in our teens, where he would use non physical tactics to get what he wanted:
“If you loved me, you would do it.”
“Other girls are doing it, don’t be so boring.”
The insinuated threat of him cheating on me, giving me the silent treatment for days, or the situation escalating into a full blown argument is what made this behaviour ‘effective’.
I would ‘give in’ to sex out of fear and guilt.
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