Hi juggling I've come over here from the bravebabes thread
. I don't normally post on here, so don't quite know how best to respond and can only offer some of my own history. I've always been a bit of a drinker - that was my drug of choice, so I can't blame my EA relationship for that, but there was some link (as you'll see).
My xh was charming, hard-working and responsible. Before we were married our relationship felt quite equal, we both owned our own flats, we both worked (although he was older, more qualified, more senior and better paid than I was) and we each had our independence. Once married, things changed and he, and I, behaved like a stereotypical couple from the 1950's. He saw himself as the 'head of the house'. I accepted that and took a much diminished role in decision making. Over the years I became more and more dependent on him, and less able and confident to make decisions for myself. My friends hated to see how he spoke to me, but I denied that anything was wrong.
I was working part-time in a job that I was good at. As that developed I regained some confidence and started to reassert my self again. And that was where things started to go wrong. The more I tried to regain myself, the more control he exerted. Despite us both earning, and despite having savings in the bank, I was not allowed to spend any money. Events that were important to me were cancelled because he always had a business crisis that took priority. I had no choice about having sex. Internally I was desperately unhappy, but to the outside we looked like the perfect family living the 'have-it-all' life. Despite being so unhappy, I couldn't even contemplate leaving. I couldn't imagine splitting up the family, disappointing my parents, or coping on my own with working and children.
During that time alcohol became both my rebellion and my oblivion. I would drink when xh was away on business - and it felt like an act of rebellion, something that he couldn't control. I also used alcohol to block things out during sex (which he knew about, so getting me drunk was the usual prelude to sex).
I tried to sort things out with him, but nothing changed. Eventually, there was a set of small but important straws that broke the camels back. I found the energy to leave. I couldn't believe how liberated I felt. One of my friends said that instantly I became the person I'd been before. It was only with that perspective that I could see how diminished I'd become.
Juggling I'm not encouraging you to leave your dh, only you know the truth of your relationship, but if you're using any substance to self-medicate because of your unhappiness, then please give it all some thought. It has taken me many years to get on top of my alcohol issues (that's another story), but you do deserve to be in a relationship that is genuinely supporting you and making all of you happy.