I have a feeling you've already read this book, but in case you haven't I *highly* recommend it. The way you've described your experience with the book "You mean I'm not lazy, stupid, or crazy", ((I'm finally reading that and it's blowing my mind)) is how I might describe my experience with, "In The Realm of Hungry Ghosts", by Dr. Gabor Maté.
Indecently, he also writes a book on ADD/ADHD. I haven't read it yet, but my best girlfriend speaks of it highly. The American title is VERY self-helpy because publishers thought it would sell better here if it had that sort of a ring. Unfortunate really, but I digress.
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No, you're not alone sister.
But we're not really talking about "men" are we? We're talking about our experience with dysfunction; this doesn't seem just an anecdote about miscommunication, blind spots, and gender patterning - it's about the overall damage that your husband (as well as many, many others - including my husband...and myself) drags around with him. This is addiction, not seen only through the limited (though helpful) disease model, but in the almost universal, deep, gnawing, raw hunger that precedes and fuels active addiction.
Is the rest of mankind this blind? At times, yes, I think so. Of course we're blind. It comes hand and hand with duplicity. How else do we lull ourselves into comfort?
So, really, what are you going to do? Throw yourself across the table screaming, "ARE you KIDDING ME??? Do you ACTUALLY NOT GET IT?" (seeing a John Malcovitch like scene here).
Nope. Because what does that *actually* accomplish?
This. Just. Is.
Better to laugh. Then we can find tears when they are ready. Big hugs. Yes, I've been there too.