I woke up not with the light that kiss my face, but with the splash of water through my whole body as I saw my husband holding a bucket. “Gumising kana putangina ka or else you will face the consequence.” I never thought the life of marriage being like this. Nonsense. Trash. I was preoccupied with the thoughts going on in my head when he suddenly pulls my head and push me to the wall. “Please stop! I will do everything you want!” He grinned. I know this time it will be worse. He pushed me and started ripping the pajama and shirt he gave me as a gift. I'm terrified because I know that no one would care even if I cried out for help. Who would believe that a professional psychologist would rape his wife? No one. After an hour, he left and without uttering a word, tears shed into my bruised cheeks. My life sucks. I was raped by my own husband. Do I have a chance to resist or it's my responsibility as a wife to receive lust more than the love I need?
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