I've never told anyone this but my dad was controlling. If he was in a good mood everything was hunky dory; if not we all trod on eggshells around him.
I don't remember much of my childhood but I often remember hearing my mum say, "don't tell your dad" or, "shhhh, your dad'll hear" etc. I was probably 8 yo when I realised they weren't happy and that our house and my dad wasn't like my friends'.
Mostly the disagreements were saved until we were in bed and couldn't hear them, although we learnt to tell when someone had upset him and we tried really hard not to as it would be our mum that would be in trouble. We knew she'd pay later. It was mostly name calling, threatening and belittling her.
It worked unless he was very angry and raised his voice or threw crockery. Once I realised what was happening (my mum just took it all and never defended herself) I would secretly stay awake and listen to the arguments so I could protect my mum if necessary. If I asked her about it she'd make up every excuse in the book: "he's just tired, he doesn't mean it", "it's my fault, I forgot/I shouldn't have....", "It's his money I shouldn't have....", and so on. I notice that I follow this pattern in my relationships.
As I grew older and more aware, I started to resent her for not standing up to him. I was the mouthy one and he did turn it onto the children, well, me anyway. I was silly enough to argue with him or stick up for my mum. He actually punched me in the nose once and made it bleed because I refused to admit he was right (he wasn't). He chased me around the house with a bat, he called me names and I was regularly hit because I wasn't the meek dd that he expected.
The worst thing that happened though was I woke earlier than expected one night and crept to the toilet (you learnt to avoid creaky steps/floor boards and to move silently so as not to disturb him).
I could hear these noises coming from their bedroom and realised he was forcing himself on her even though she didn't want it.
I could hear her pleading and saying no and him saying, "just shut up". "You're my wife and you'll do what I want. If you didn't make such a fuss it would be done quicker. If I want to have sex I will". He also called her names and said it was her own fault and she should try to enjoy it more as it wasn't fair on him. I was 12 yo.
It has really affected my relationships throughout my life. I don't trust men. I don't really have friends either (we weren't allowed people over as it annoyed him). I don't really enjoy sex either and I struggle with self esteem. I don't think I deserve anything/anyone nice or good.
I hope my experience helps you. I loved my dad, especially when I was too young to understand what was going on. He could be kind and fun but it didn't last. He wasn't a nice person and he was often horrible to my mum. A few times when I was older I saw bruises on her arms or around her neck (when her scarf or whatever slipped); and again she always minimised and made excuses. I still often worry that some of those bruises were my fault. That maybe I was too cheeky and my mum paid the price.
It's not a nice way to live. I always wished she'd be brave enough to leave. I hope you are 