Shortly after I was married (a week or so), I learned my new husband’s idea of breaking a person like a horse was more intention than idea. The only sex we had our first year of marriage was on our honeymoon. The reason given was that I was not a virgin even though it was not a surprise to him. I learned that year not to be honest with him or I would pay for it. He would ‘blast’ me for hours, especially when he was drunk, putting me down, telling me I was wrong, calling me names, forcing me to succumb to his way, destroying any self-respect I had. I would go from sitting and willing to talk to crawling up into an fetal position totally withdrawn. This happened anytime I behaved different than he expected. After a while I behaved like a Stepford Wife, flawless according to book of Peter.