I was not allowed any hobbies/pastimes as anything I wanted to do was a waste of time. I wasn't allowed to read- for ten years I was not allowed a book in the house, so I did what any insane person would do I would buy books from charity shops and hide them in places he'd never look, like the kitchen in cooking pots, in my san pro, in my childrens nappies...
I did once point out that he read newspapers online so why couldn't I, apparently it was because he read the serious articles and I'd just be reading the useless ones 
I wasn't allowed to listen to music, so I used to wait till he went out and I'd listen online, once he came home, let himself in thro the back door and nearly gave me a heart attack by standing peering in thro the back window at me trying to see what I was doing...
I wasn't allowed to eat what I wanted, because my choices were not good for me. altho I was the one who cooked from scratch every single day come hell or high water.
He'd bring about ten friends home and expect me to lay on a feast for them.
Whatever I cooked his family were better at it than me, then one day I was having a conversation with my exMIL and she told me she couldnt cook or even knew how to gut a fish or any of the dishes I cooked.... so next time twatface told me his mother made better xyz than me I told him that wasn'ttrue his mother had informed me she could not cook xyz, to which he replied she must have forgotten , I had to win that argument so I told him his sister had also told me her mother could not cook at all and she (SIL) learnt to cook with her in laws....that shut him up. He'd basically invented an childhood for himself!
He was very very ungracious about accepting gifts. I'm very good at giving gifts, I love spending time and thought over gifts so whenever I present a gift to a friend/family member I know they will love it as I know they've wanted it for themselves but would not buy it for themselves IYKWIM. He used to reduce me to tears and make me beg him to accept the fucking insanely expensive gifts, then he'd make me return them and exchange for trivial reasons eg colour etc. In the decade we were married I got nothing from him as a gift. But woe betide me if I didn't have a gift for him on special ocassions.
He always suspected me of lying even over the most trivial things, so conversations would be incredibly exahusting as we'd talk about whatever then move on to another subject only for him to bring it back to the original subject from a different angle because he wanted to catch me out, he'd do this incessantly trying to get me to bring up details I had not previously mentioned so he could then accuse me of being a whore (I really really wish I had slept with more than just the crap lay that he was).
He would pick an argument with me late at night about nothing, then argue and argue and argue till morning, he'd do this the night before I had something important on like exams or a new course etc. So I'd be a wreck the following day...amazingly I managed to still get a decent degree.
He would tell me I could go out (on the rare ocassions) and then have a massive row with me right before I was about to leave, which would leave me so upset I would cancel the trip at the last minute, then he'd express surprise and concern that I had not gone.
He would be horrendous to me and then expect sex every night, if I refused he'd claim to all and sundry that we never had sex ever...despite this I have managed to miraculously conceive two children!
He would also claim that everyone had more sex than we did and it was my fault as I was some kind of frigid bitch...it was bizarre I believed him till one day I read a light hearted thread on here and it turned out (according to that poll) that apparently we had more than average sex per week.
Over the years I so completely lost myself having to conform to twatfaces ever changing and increasingly ludicrous demands, when I got divorced I decided one day to bake cakes and I was hysterically delighted with the results, I rang my mum to tell her I had made heavenly cupcakes because of my amazing oven(!) to which my mother replied quite calmly 'well of course you bake amzing cakes and biscuits you used to when you lived here dont you remember'...I so didn't I had totally forgotten who I had been.