I had sex with him by mistake, but once he got me he kept after me and has sex with me all the time. I can't say no, if he called me and asked me to drive all across town to see him I will go, all across the country if need be, to the other side of the world if he called for me.

I wasn't raised like that. I was raised to have self respect, to demand equal treatment, not to slave for a man and give him sex at the drop of a hat because he calls for it. Sure most of the sex is on a bed on my back with him looking into my eyes, but some of the sex is against a balcony overlooking a beach while he gets off, or in my sister's house, or the worst in my parent's house over Thanksgiving with them in the room next door. Were we silent? I tried but how can you be silent? My mother called my attention to it, talk about embarrassed.

Now I am pregnant. To fulfill my destiny. To make him happy, so he can prove to everyone that he got me pregnant. No more faking a relationship, this Thanksgiving and Christmas I am going to be big, I am already six months.

I gave up on my career, I can't do that and him both, and he is not supportive of me working with the baby. I gave my notice that once I am out on maternity leave I am not coming back. Goodbye career.

Pregnant in the kitchen, he insists that I cook for him, he wants me to cook for him. I gave him my shoes, he didn't think it was funny, just have kids, stay home and cook for him.

I can't believe the number of women who tell me how lucky I am. What happened to me? One day I am working for myself and planning a trip to Europe with my best friend, and now I am pregnant looking at life behind bars, so to speak. He has the key to my life, I sure don't. Good thing I like to cook, that's what I tell him.