Drained

He was very forceful with me.

But I thought it was okay.

He would push me to the point I wanted to cry, because of how uncomfortable I was.

But I didn't tell him that.

I didn't want him to be angry with me.

I wanted him to like me.

So much that I was willing to let him touch me in ways that only people who've been married for a long time should be touched.

I would try and say no.

Everytime.

But he would look at me with the most disappointed look on his face and say something like... "Come on, It's okay. It's not that bad".

Sometimes he would call me a tease.

So the next time I would let him go farther.

Each time just a little more, until I was on his bed, covered by nothing but warm sheets and his sweaty body.

Emotions of mine have been drained.

I don't cry anymore.

I don't smile.

I can't.

He's ruined me.