It must be very very hard to read smeagal, particularly because the information people are reacting to is the black and white truth of one aspect of your relationship, whereas you have the rounded picture of all the times when he was/is wonderful, all the good memories etc.
I posted a similar thread on mumsnet and got the same kinds of responses. I was angry and wanted validation when I wrote it, but by the end of reading the responses I felt quite defensive. It did sink in slowly though, and I felt much more bolstered to challenge him. I limped on for about another five years after that original thread, and actually, at some point he actually did stop the pestering/sulking (I suspect because I stopped giving a fuck about his feelings), but by then the damage was done. And I really did/do feel very damaged, and LTB. I also regret not leaving sooner. And one of the most hurtful things is that when I did leave, and cited the abuse, he couldn't accept it at all. Why didn't I challenge him more? Why didn't I make him understand and just put a stop to it? Like I hadn't tried! And then later, re-writing history - in his mind, he did no wrong. In the end, the dysfunction ran too deep and the scales fell completely from my eyes, so that even the good times were just not enough to balance this one thing, this one small thing that became bigger and bigger until all I felt when I looked at him was disgust.
Like you, I had other things going on in my life that stopped me from fully facing the abuse and seeing and treating for what it was. Some were outside factors, but some were internal - I didn't feel very strong, had some MH issues. It's only now I can see though that those things would have been far lessened if I hadn't been putting up with his predatory crap the entire time: i had a bad year of bereavements, and although it seemed like I had all the support - there were times I didn't seek his comfort when I needed it because it would end in subtle pestering for sex.
There are so many examples like this, where basically my entire life was permeated by this constant bloody pressure. He had me believing there was something wrong with ME - I'd be googling sex therapists etc. And when I 'made the effort' it was never enough times per week, never varied enough and on and on. If only he'd taken his bloody foot off the accelerator!!!
Please don't put up with it. It's not right, and you deserve better.