Being mad moved me to a new, helpful place. I thought I could help him navigate this, be his best friend, and maintain a healthy relationship, yada, yada, yada... Then one day I woke up, and I was pissed. Not resentful or contemptuous (been there done that too!) but just healthy pissed. I'm tired of justifying behaviour that is wrong, tired of contorting myself to make things work, and tired of giving up myself so that he can run the show.
I'm less pissed now, but I have written quite a few therapeutic angry letters! (not to send, just to get it out). I think getting to the mad stage helped me put myself first in my life again.
Maybe it's a necessary step, maybe not. Hope you find the best way for you in all of this, Peter!
Anon 765