Yes, of course. Years of rejection and pent up sexual frustration leads to all sorts of nasty behaviour after a while. It's one of the reason I want to put the clock back.
I used to be a fairly laid back but assertive young man, when I didn't like things, I'd do something positive to change it. My ex used to comment on this, at the beginning as a point of 'praise', but after a few years of increasingly worsening marriage, as a question as to what happened to that guy (I had the added fun of living overseas and having a controlling and manipulative PhD adviser at the same time - so I was isolated with no let up in the cr@p).
My spouse also displayed what I now read as classic 'passive aggressive' behaviour: constantly losing things; forgetting things; public praise mixed with undermining jabs; emotionally isolating with no intimacy.
It's hard to control your anger in these circumstances. I had no idea what was happening to me, I was just finding it harder and harder to control my anger flare ups. Often they were directed outwards (some noteable 'road-rage' incidents, deserved, but over-reactions), but sometimes directed towards a calm but hurt wife, sometimes I could break through the defences and get her to cry and/or shout. The last few years I was pretty much constantly sniping. Towards the end I did actually identify the issue, somewhat crudely I noted that she could be a completely useless, lazy, ****, if she'd actually f#ck, but without that, there was a higher bar.
Really, I was flailing about in the dark, I didn't know what was going on, shame and embarrassment stopped me talking or even reading about this stuff (look up sex on the internet? - don't make me laugh). I didn't start looking into the subject until a year after saying "I'm done".
Now, I'm a much more angry man than I should ever have been, I've developed 'passive aggressive' tendencies of my own, mixed with assertive aggression. I'm still likeable enough, but don't interact as well as I should. It's going to take a long time to repair this.
So I bitterly regret my wrong headed, ingrained, perseverance and loyalty, to a marriage that was clearly not working right. It's not just the lost years, it's the lost person I grieve for.