After years of confusion as to why my husband won't have sex with me, he finally comes out in therapy and tells me it's because I remind him of his abuser.

I know it sounds selfish, but I'm so angry right now. Why did he ever ask me out on a date, and why did he ever ask me to marry him? I've went through ten years of hell with him, trying to figure out why my own husband won't touch me, thinking there must be something monsterously grotesque about me, feeling worthless as a wife and even more worhtless as a female.

Because of our situation I have no children, and I've desperately wanted a child for the past seven years. The problem is, the thought of having sex at all now turns my stomach, thinking that I somehow remind my husband of the sick perverted perpetrator that repeatedly abused him.

I don't see any light at the end of this tunnel. Has anyone else been through similar circumstances? I feel so hopeless right now.