34. She tackled me off a chair then grabbed a knife and tried to stab me.
“Girlfriend assaulted me with a knife. She tackled me off a chair then grabbed a knife and tried to stab me. I bear hugged her and ripped the knife out of her hand, but she was still trying to hit me and bite me. I tried telling a mutual friend, and she asked me what I did to her like it was my fault. Did not feel good.”
35. I had a ball gag in my mouth and couldn’t really make any noise or move.
“I’m currently married to a verbally abusive woman. She’s not like that all the time, and we still love the hell out of each other, it’s just when her mood swings, it swings. We’ve been married four years, together for almost seven years now. We both stay patient with each other, and she doesn’t really realize she’s punching my feels right in the balls most days. Seven out of ten days aren’t bad, it’s just the bad days for her that come up on top of a bad day for me that hurt the most. She has no real idea how much it hurts me, but then again if it was really that terrible for my well-being I’d be divorcing.
As far as the rape is concerned, that was almost ten years ago. I’m bisexual, and it was a struggle for me my entire life trying to keep it all under wraps. Until college when I met one of my girlfriends. She was also bisexual, and was much more open about it. I found a lot of strength and trust in her and finally came out to her.
She reacted totally chill, which I figured she would, and life went on. A few months later she asked me if I was interested in having a pegging session since we were having a hard time finding another man we could make into a third. I had never tried that before, but I figured what the Hell, why not give it a try?
Nope.
If it had just been her and I, I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more–but she brought an ex-boyfriend and hid him under the bed. He waited until until I was tied up (also our first time trying bondage), then came out of hiding. I had a ball gag in my mouth and couldn’t really make any noise or move. They took turns basically. About three hours later her ex boyfriend said he was spent. By the time he had blown his load down the back of my throat I had more or less passed out. I vaguely remember him also going in my ass, when she wasn’t. I never felt more low in my entire life.
I couldn’t go to the hospital or report it because I felt that everyone (family and friends) would find out and I was fooled into believing none of them would care in the first place. I had to take a week off of class while everything healed, and in the end the bitch got away with it all.
I’m still bisexual, but I’m much more private about it publicly. My wife knows, it was pretty obvious to her I’d been assaulted because when we first started having sex it took a lot for me to physically and emotionally accept that this was actual love and not rapey-lust.
The ex(es) still try and send me a wave on Facebook every now and then. They’ve got a kid together, ugly little thing. I hope he gives them Hell. :)
Rape victims, gender aside, I feel you, I sympathize with you. Shit’s not fun.”
36. Every day she’d begin screaming at me within minutes of me coming home to the point I’d lock myself in the bathroom.
“I generally try to not talk about my ex, and when I do, I try to not say negative things. She had issues that I should have seen before we got married. I guess I just made excuses. After getting married and living together things got bad. She’d go into rages and scream at the top of her lungs. It got us into trouble with our landlord (who lived next door). She threw and broke things. I remember once I took her on a business trip in Europe so we could have a vacation after my business. We were in a rental car driving and she literally screamed nonstop in my ear for an eternity (this was not the last time).
After we moved to a new city it got out of control. She began abusing my dogs. I traveled for work and one time when I came home after a week I discovered that she had not given the dogs any water or fed them. She’d call me at my office and tell me that my dogs were dead. Every day she’d begin screaming at me within minutes of me coming home to the point I’d lock myself in the bathroom–sometimes drinking in order to try to pass out so I could escape. It kept getting worse and worse. I booked an appointment with a marriage counselor but she literally began screaming at the marriage counselor within 10 minutes of the session and stormed out. The worst part was that I sought help from various agencies but was told that there were no programs to help men. I never laid a hand on her–I was scared to death. When her abuse got physical I’d get in my car and leave–sometimes sleeping in the car and sometimes getting a hotel. I had a pretty important job at the time that required a security clearance. My last straw was when she outright told me that she’d call the police and lie to have me arrested just so I’d lose my job. That’s when I got an order of protection and filed for divorce. There’s a lot more negative things I guess I could write, but I just don’t like to think about it. I honestly hope she’s happy and healthy and don’t wish her any ill will. I remain completely disillusioned that there was absolutely NO system to help people like me. I wanted and needed help desperately, but every agency I turned to had no resources for men. I know that what I went through is not uncommon, but for some reason even talking about the fact that women can be abusive gets you dismissed as a men’s rights advocate.”
37. She ended up digging her nails into me and saying she’d scream and say I raped her if I didn’t have sex with her.
“I’d known her since I was two. She got drunk at my mother’s apartment during my first Christmas break from college. Later in the evening we ended up making out but after she wanted to go farther I declined since in the past she had always rebuffed my efforts. She ended up digging her nails into me and saying she’d scream and say I raped her if I didn’t have sex with her. She fell asleep after and I went and slept in my garage on a small mattress and stayed there until she left in the morning.”
38. She kept insisting and sat on my face. I could barely breathe and it hurt me.
“Although I try to brush if off because of stereotypes, a girl I was seeing was sleeping at my house. I told her I didn’t want to have sex and she kept insisting, but I said I was too tired.
We went to sleep and I woke up with her on top of me, I said I couldn’t be excited, I needed sleep. But she kept insisting and sat on my face. I could barely breathe and it hurt me. Felt horrible for days afterwards.
I just knew for sure it was rape because I imagined if it was the opposite, if a girl was in my place and a guy doing it to her.”
39. She slapped me across the face about as hard as she could.
“My ex-girlfriend started out hitting me playfully and over the course of a few months started doing it when she was irritated or angry. I told her not to do it a few times, saying it didn’t hurt but I didn’t like it. One day she had a pretty wild mood swing and started interrogating me about ex-girlfriends. She worked herself up to the point where she slapped me across the face about as hard as she could. I grabbed her wrist and wrapped her arm around her neck and held her still so she couldn’t hit me. After she stopped freaking out I put on a coat and went for a three-hour walk. I’ve probably only been that angry once or twice before in my life. When I got home she was a wreck, she apologized and I forgave her. She never hit me again. We broke up two years later for other reasons.”
