It was many years ago, when I was just 19, but I had a bad feeling about my handsome, softly spoken, funny fiance when I started to realise that:
I could never go anywhere alone (apart from work), he had to come with me
Like a PP, he hated me going out without him because he thought OTHER PEOPLE couldn't be trusted and would lead me to cheat
Like a PP, he would create some kind of drama before I went out anywhere - once he trashed the bedroom and turned the wardrobe upside down as I was quietly getting ready. When I asked him what he was doing he said he was "looking for something"
He objected to me wearing make up or nice clothes
He repeatedly phoned my work number (pre-mobile phone era), and if my boss answered he'd be rude
He threw the remote control at the wall by my head when I said I wanted to go to the shops alone for once
I would sometimes wake up to find his hand in my knickers
He used sleep deprivation to control me, perpetually waking me up as I was dropping off to make me promise to marry him, or to ask who I'd cheated on him with
Thankfully when I said I'd changed my mind and didn't want to be with him anymore, he accepted it - after a full 12 hours of keeping me awake to discuss it, obviously. But when he went, he went quietly.