After another sleepless night, I did end up having a conversation of sorts with H yesterday. Essentially, I have asked for some space over the summer and encouraged him to go to his GP next week and suggested some individual therapy for us both to help process things. Followed by a talk in late August.
It ended up being a long, calm conversation, much of it going over the same things again, but this time, I was more open and honest about where it has left me/us. I took care not to blame him directly but suggested that it's a combination of upbringing, trauma, and ND that makes it an unhealthy environment for me. That I understand it's bot intentional but that the effect is the same. I take accountability for coming into the relationship with unhealthy boundaries and a habit of co-dependency, straight from a very abusive marriage. Although it's a different situation, it feels like I'm out of the frying pan and into the fire. Relating it to The Body Keeps The Score and how certain jokes or comments/ grumbles and irritation/short temper and tantrums/need to have things his way, etc, sends me straight back into a bad place.
He did listen, took some accountability, and was visibly upset that he's hurt me, did some blaming on outside factors, and made promises to try not to do these things. I suggested that maybe it's not controllable by willpower and 'trying' (as suggested in The ADHD Effect On Marriage book) but that it's too hardwired/imprinted to just change. Also indirectly reminding him that he's made all these promises before and that it's maybe not within his control.
I didn't blame or shame, I hope, as although he has behaved appallingly at times, I genuinely don't think he means to hurt me or intends to control me. Yet, the effect is the same.
For me, this is step one in a two-step plan to get my Pink Kettle Moment, and I intend to continue working towards that.
I think my hesitation to 'tell him' had partly been because I have a festival next weekend, a family trip as well as another weekend booked to fly over and see my dad. I need H to look after DD in a stable way for all these things, and I guess I feared that telling him now would jeopardise this.