Content warning: This story includes descriptions of sexual abuse that may be distressing to some readers.
“We were having sex, and he thought I was in pain, and he stopped. He stopped right in the middle of sex!”
My friend looked at me, puzzled.
“What's unusual about that?" she asked. “Isn’t that normal?”
It was in stark contrast to the marriage I’d left a year earlier, where pain during sex was code for him to go faster – whether it hurt or not – "so it would be over sooner".
For 15 years, I'd had a husband who taught me that my pain wasn't enough to stop him enjoying pleasure.
It wasn’t until I’d been out of my marriage for a few years that I started to talk to more friends and realise something: lack of consent is the marital problem we’re not talking about.
For me, this specifically revolved around anal sex. The first time I tried anal sex, I was adventurously young and naïve. Still, I believed a partner was someone you tried new things with, then stopped if one person didn’t enjoy the experience.
Unfortunately, my husband enjoyed anal sex enough to decide he didn’t want to stop.
From that first time I tried anal as a teenager, it was always there, unspoken, in our marriage. At first it was only every six months, when he'd ask for it as a special treat. After I stopped birth control following pregnancy and medical issues, however, he started to use it as an excuse not to wear condoms.
Saying no was tiring, so after weeks of constant cajoling and pleading, I’d finally give in.