Is it normal that i exist only for my boyfriend's pleasure?
First of all my "boyfriend" is 15 years older than me. I am 20, he is 35 and divorced. All I can say, is our relationship just "happened" a few years back when I was quite young and innocent. Now I feel like he basically owns me, and even though I want to leave him sometimes, I can't. Let me describe some typical scenarios.
I'll be trying to help him with something, and he will start yelling and me that I am doing it wrong. I get scared and ask what I should be doing, and he just yells about how stupid I am, and then I get flustered and drop something or screw up worse. Then he will slap me, or shove me, and I start crying. However, I have learned that it is easier to just try harder to please him after that, and eventually he is nice again.
Another scenario: he decides that he wants to have sex. No matter where I am, I know I must drop what I am doing and go to him, or I'll have hell to pay. He guilt trips me on how I don't find him attractive, or would rather be with a younger guy, if I dare act less than enthusiastic. So, I get there, and we shower together, and he fucks me. He usually fucks really hard and rough, so it hurts, but it satisfies him so I let him. Half an hour later he climbs on me and does it again. This time it makes me sore because he fucks so long and hard. Maybe an hour or so later, after I am dressed, he pulls me over and starts undressing me again. I whimper that I am sore, but it doesn't really register with him. He fucks me until the tears roll down my face. Then, he likes to push me down under the covers, and have me lick his ass for a couple hours, while he plays games on his phone, etc. This part I admittedly find arousing, because I am a submissive person, but it still bugs me that he expects everything, and isn't very grateful. Also he seems to be an extraordinarily sexual person, whereas I am not as much, my main pleasure is in bringing him pleasure.
Lastly, I found out last week that he cheated on me a month ago. I want to leave him, but then he got violently depressed, like I was all he had left to live for. I felt hatred for him, but at the same time couldn't stand to see him hurt. I don't understand him though. He gets so mad when I am around other guys, and is angry when they flirt with me, etc yet he seems to think he doesn't deserve to be dumped for cheating. In the end, I know I can't leave him, because I feel this sick sense of security by staying with him. It's like we are family, and know each other so well. And even though I am not always happy with him, I know in my heart that I am his best shot at happiness, and I want to live an unselfish life for him, and not live for my own selfish desires. Is there any fragment of normalcy left inside me?