When it first happened in 2007, we had already been married for seven years – he had been my senior at the polytechnic and my first love.
Our marriage was on the rocks because I had just discovered that he had been cheating on me with different women for years. And his ongoing infidelity was slowly ripping us apart with frequent quarrels and scuffles.
One night, he started touching my body, as he always did when he wanted sex.
But sex was the last thing on earth I wanted at the time – I wasn’t even sure exactly how many women he had been with. So I pushed him away. He tried again. And I pushed him away again.
My husband raped me
