Hey Pony...
When I was growing up... the guy's in the two houses across the street beat their wives. You could hear it. The guy next door was a crooked businessman. Down the street was a wimpy henpecked guy. Around the corner a dirty slob. I wouldn't have traded my dad for any other dad I knew. He wasn't perfect, but he was the best I ever saw. Alcohol took his time from me and made me afraid for his health and safety sometimes, but what family doesn't have it's little ups and downs? If your husband is good in other ways and you are coping, well... it's all up to you isn't it? Nobody should be telling you where your compromises should be.
Love,
Smoke