A year into the marriage, my husband's income dropped and we couldn't cover our costs, so we moved in with his parents. We'd settled in and were busy trying for a baby when it happened. As though he couldn't stand watching us fail to conceive, my father-in-law suddenly forced himself on me. After that I was taken every single day, no matter how much I refused. That warped arrangement went on and on, and by the time I looked up, four years had gone.