He was my boyfriend (we don't see each other anymore). I live with my family but my bedroom is in the basement. For some reason I wasn't feelng very sexualy motivate lately, which sucks for him. The first time it happened, we were both drunk and went back to my house to crash. I kept trying to sleep, but he kept touching me. I said "no" and "stop it" and he got sulky, and I would try to fall alseep and he would start over. I was drunk, I don't remember how long that went on for, it might have been 15 mins it might have been an hour. Eventualy I locked myself in the bathroom and cried. I tried to sleep on the floor and he came to the door and apologized and I came out went back to bed. I started passing out and woke up when he shoved it in. He started and I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep but it hurt so much and I couldn't believe he would do this so I started crying. he stopped and got off and tried to hug me, and I hit him. He then started to cry and apologize and say he couldn't believe what he had done. After that, anytime he slept over, and we were drunk the same scenario would happen. But he didn't cry anymore. I always said no, and he would stop for a little while but start up again. He would eventualy climb on top of me anyway. Sometimes I would push him and he would just hold me, sometimes I would just stare at the wall. He would be angry with me during it...he thrust as hard as he could to make me make a sound (I wouldn't) and afterwards he would turn over and go to sleep. The next morning I wouldn't think about it. We were together for almost three years...this happened alot. I'm infuriated when that happens to someone else but for me...I wouldn't really call it rape. I mean, it happened because I'm too much of a pussy to use all of my energy fighting him. Its not violent. It doesn't even compare to being violently assaulted by a stranger, or being raped by multiple guys. Its just stupid.