I'm sort of guessing you might not be reading this any more, MTV, now your H has deigned to speak to you. But just in case ...
Your replies here may seem quite ruthless to you but they are correct. I was pleased to see some other people mentioned your being "stuck in a role". This is not a criticism, it's a predicament. Not as easy one to get out of tbh, but it'll be nice if one day you find yourself a damn good therapist and get started. How does this role business happen to people? Well.
Your dad was a grumpy old bastard, who abused you. It's 99% certain, therefore, that he also abused your mother. You didn't tell her about her husband, did you? You shut up and put up, which was very handy for the pervert who was, unfortunately for you, your father. Your mother is lovely but, plainly, she also put up & shut up. You protected her, didn't you? Because she's sweet & hard-working, and you didn't want to burst her bubble of loveliness.
What a dreadful burden for a child, to suffer ongoing abuse in silence. You sacrificed your own rights - your dignity and your honour - to protect that loveliness of your mother's.
And here you are, all grown up, shutting up & putting up. Accustomed as you are to the ways of overbearing, abusive men, you know just how to suffer in subdued agony. And you do it for the loveliness, don't you? it's so important to have the nice house, the new car, for the guests to perceive all the loveliness of your home. While you suffer quietly.
You have been doing this all of your life, Vicar, since your daddy taught you how. It's very sad and it's time you grew up. When you're a woman (instead of the child inside), you'll feel fulfilled. And you'll be able to show your children what real, unfettered joy is like.
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I wrote this at 3am, just as the server went offline - sorry if it's become out of date.