My husband and I used to have sex in a very obscene manner. It’s a truth I’ve hidden for too long, but today, December 25, 2024, I’m ready to share my story. It wasn’t something I ever thought I’d talk about, but silence never healed me.
For years, I lived in a marriage that appeared perfect on the surface. People admired our relationship, thought we were the ideal couple. But behind closed doors, things were far from normal. My husband, Dominique, had a disturbing need to take control in ways I couldn’t comprehend at the time. Instead of intimacy, we engaged in behavior that was both painful and humiliating.
It started gradually, at first—small requests that I thought were unusual but manageable. Over time, those requests escalated into actions that became increasingly degrading. He would use drugs to ensure I was completely unaware of what was happening, making me his passive victim. He allowed others to participate in these acts, capturing everything on camera.
When I discovered the videos in 2020, my world shattered. Over 20,000 clips of my life, my body, my most private moments—reduced to something vile, something I never chose to be part of. Dominique wasn’t just my husband anymore; he was someone else entirely.
It wasn’t until his arrest for unrelated criminal activities that these videos surfaced. The police uncovered the truth. They showed me footage I didn’t want to see. It was like watching a stranger. A woman whose life had been violated in ways I can’t put into words.
On September 2024, Dominique went to trial, along with 50 other men identified from the videos. I decided to waive my right to anonymity, wanting the world to understand the extent of my pain. “The shame isn’t mine,” I told the court, and I stand by those words today.
On December 19, 2024, Dominique was convicted of aggravated rape and sentenced to 20 years in prison. The other men received sentences ranging from three to 15 years. Justice, however, doesn’t erase the trauma.
Outside the courtroom, the support I received was overwhelming. People gathered to show their solidarity, holding signs and sharing messages of hope. One woman handed me a scarf made by Aboriginal women from Australia, symbolizing global support.
Since then, I’ve been on a journey of healing. Some days are better, and others are unbearable. But I’m learning to stand tall and reclaim my voice. My husband and I used to have sex in a very obscene manner, but that wasn’t love—it was exploitation.
Today, I’m speaking out to raise awareness about the dangers of drug-facilitated sexual assault and the importance of consent. It’s not just my fight anymore—it’s a fight for all survivors.
As of December 25, 2024, I continue to share my story, hoping it brings strength to others. My husband took away my dignity, but he didn’t take my courage. I’m still here, still fighting for justice and healing.
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