<human>: Can you provide a brief rundown of the text in within 3 sentences?

Almost a year ago my husband (then 25) started asking me (24 at the time) if we could try anal sex. I never wanted to. But he would constantly express interest in it, before, during, and after sex. 
I eventually caved after he promised he would take it slow and be careful. 
I guess our definitions of 'slow' were a bit different. It just hurt like hell the first time, even with the insane amount of lube used. He asked how it was during and I said, "This hurts pretty bad."
He said that he was sorry and he was almost done. 
After that, he said that we just needed to try again and that the second time would be better. I trusted him to be right about it this time. I was very wrong.
A few days later he begs to try again, and I tell him absolutely no, as I hadn't been able to take a comfortable shit since the first time. The begging continues for another week.
I continually told him how much it had hurt and that I don't want to again, but he insists I was just not relaxing enough. 
I cave once again and relax as best as I can. It was awful.

The next day was when I first felt the hemorrhoids. And in the months since they have gotten much, much worse. I am uninsured so I can't go to a doctor for them.
 When I told my husband he refused to believe that it had anything to do with the anal sex we had.

Now every time I notice the hemorrhoids, which is several times a day, I get very resentful. They are painful, annoying and unsightly. 
I agreed to the sex, so I try to dismiss feeling so pissed off, but I can't shake the feeling. I feel like he guilted me into it all. I was really never willing to try anal, I just did it to make him happy. 

I agreed to it, so I know it's my fault, but I cannot shake the resentment!
<bot>: Husband pesters me for anal sex, I finally give in. Causes hemorrhoids. I resent him for it all.