Finding Hope, your situation resonates with me, although I'm still very early along. H has bounced in and out of the house, but appears to be home to stay, at least till the next cycle. We're very polite roommates, adjourning to our separate rooms at end of day. Sometimes it works, sometimes it's bloody awkward. I'm impressed that you've managed not to strangle your H after 17 months of this....
B5, I really like your ideas on seeds of change. Maybe that includes seeds of independence. Mine, and his. For the past year, I'd walked on eggshells around the house - H had become an obsessive-compulsive control freak. Don't disorganize the light switches. Don't move the papers - damn it you TOUCHED the papers! Suggesting I'd like to hang up a picture induced WWIII - "you're not allowed to put holes in the wall without my permission!!". So last week, I quietly pulled out hammer and nail, and put up a few things (my mask collection - apropos, no?). A little test. H saw them, but mirabile dictu, no screaming. Planted a little garden - first annuals only (who knows if I'll be living here next year, H spent the spring trying to throw me out of our house). Then in a fit of enthu, I planted 20-year peonies. H immediately threatened to rip them out. They're still there. Slowly I feel like this house is mine too. Think H sees that.
Am also working on fostering H's emotional independence from me. That's hard, but it has to be done. Distancing myself is not enough - he has to not need me, or he'll never want me. Think H has to see himself as his own man, or he'll never value himself or me (right now, he's pretty derogatory about himself from all prespectives, seems full of loathing - which of course bounces right back onto me). Am open to all suggestions on how to sow these painful seeds.
"You have a right to action, not to the fruit thereof; shoot your arrow, but do not look to see where it lands." -Bhagavad Gita