That's probably my fault. I've insisted time and time again that he go into some type of counseling and he (at first) says he'll go. Then he never does. Unless you count the times he had to go to get his disability. Yes, he became addicted to the pain killers after/because of his injury. Just like you said, the pain killers/drinking to ease the pain. He was diagnosed as depressed as well. And I knew all of it all along. I told him about it. It's like I'm his mother/guardian. He says to get off his back... that he's the man of the house. But like I told him last night as I was kicking him out... "If you'd act like a man, rather than a horny little teenager (he's 31, I'm 34), then I wouldn't have to watch you like a hawk!" When I let my guard down, he's always there to disappoint.  
 
The fact is... when we first met, I was a single mother, he a divorced father. He lived in a one bedroom trailer with holes in the floor working in the coal mines. When he became injured, I encouraged him to go back to school. Now we are both college grads (with my help), (I do and plan to continue to...) live in a nice home, and I have a great job. He's nothing without me and would regress back to his former life if I didn't keep everything in check. He's an irresponsbil, mean hearted, jerk. His father beat his mother half to death when he was growing up on a regular basis. I finally got him to stop doing that to me after a night in jail. But as I was tearing his study to pieces looking for the porn he bought, I found a prescription bottle with the bottom (where the drug name is listed) torn off hidden in some home decor. He's not changed anything, and I've been too busy trying to keep everything else going that it got by me. 
 
He's doing exactly to our family, (we have a child together for a total of 3 kids) what his dad did to him. I know that I would be so much happier without him. I wouldn't have to worry about going to bed and waking up with a fist drawn back to my face (which has happened more than once). I know that I'm better off to have some peace in my life. 
 
I live in a small rural town, hours away from any of my family and (thankfully) any of his. I don't have many friends either, definiately not any close ones. I've always put everything I had into my family. I spent some time in counseling with a local agency after he beat me so bad I had him put in jail, but the counselor told me that she couldn't help me. So I've not had good experiences there myself. This is only place I knew to turn. Somewhere where I could get some support from people who have been there to help me be strong. *God, I'm tired of being the one with the good head on her shoulders and a level head. Sometimes I feel like saying "I'm tired of being strong! Someone else do it!"