If I had a dollar for every time I was called controlling I would be a millionaire. Since my husband also colluded with my teenagers (because they don't like the disciplinarian in the family anyway) then they joined the bandwagon, Mom, you are so controlling. Oh my God, they started having me believe it. Clean your room, You're so controlling. UGH
One thing I wish I had been prepared for, lots of folks told me that when I got better, he would too. When I got better, all hell broke loose. He fought back harder, drank more, and kept the antics up trying to control me into changing back. Just so you know, I think it can go either way. Not that you shouldn't keep up the good work, doormats get very heavy, wet, smelly and dirty, best to shed them.