I can only speak of my own experience, but some others here are alluding to the same thing.
My H was an a$$hole for many years.
I tolerated it because . . . whatever dumb reasons.
My H treated me like a toy.
I felt invisible.
When I would try to address all the ways I was being neglected, he ignored me. At best he pretended to pay attention, and at worst he turned it back on me. "You're impossible. You'll never be happy. Why do I even try?"
The sexual acting out got worse. Money disappeared and I figured prostitutes. The drinking got worse.
I felt deeply depressed.
"Divorced? I can't. How? Where would I begin? I need my family."
Revenge affair ensues.
I hate it, hate the lying, the lifestyle.
Hate my life.
I blamed the world, men, marriage, porn, everyone.
I hated my H
But I made his dinner, had sex with him.
This was my family. I loved him, loved us.
I hated myself.
I cried all the time.
Hopeless.
The pain was unrelenting.
Then it hit me. I have to do it. I have to gather my dignity and do what needs to be done. "H, here are your bills, these are mine. The kids will stay here with you and I will move into my parents' basement. I would like to buy you out of the house, but we can discuss it later."
He raged.
Threw things.
And I calmly walked to my room and closed the door.
And just like that, my anger lifted--poof. Gone.
I no longer hated myself, I loved myself.
I no longer hated the world, I hated my marriage. And I hated my sh@t sandwich of a marriage. And now my hate was gone!!!!!!! "You're gonna be an a$$hole, H. Then you don't get me." I let go.
My power returned.
And my anger left.
When we are dependent on the very person who has destroyed us, the powerlessness is overwhelming. It will suck your soul out. When we want, need, cannot imagine life without, cannot breathe, cannot bear to ponder losing someone--and they hurt us in a manner that rips away our dignity, the anger outward or inward will destroy us. That stuck feeling of powerless panic sends our anger everywhere but at the target. But when we take back our power and put firm boundaries into place, put our foot down and yell, "Unacceptable! THIS is what is now going to happen!" And draw our line, the need to lash out elsewhere disappears. Well, it did for me.
When we covet that which has harmed us, we can never regain our dignity.
Your attachment to your wife is causing your soul sucking powerlessness, not the OM. When you draw a hard line and show her you moving away from her, you take your power back. And the OM will get out of your head. She needs to fight for you while you show her you walking away--and meaning it. When you see her begging and you feeling strong and in control of your life again, you will finally feel some peace.
Well, this is what happened with me.