As a guy, I went through this coercive behaviour once. Not for too long thankfully.
My ex would decide of everything we would do, when, where, etc. Used me as her personal taxi, never paid for a drop of petrol (never paid one single penny for anything actually, emphasis on not a single penny) , she took over control of what was playing in the car radio down to EQ settings. I was told to drive faster because her ''ex drove his mercedes faster''. Was told to pick her up take her to her friends 300 miles away for the weekend, go back home, wait and pick her back up next day. Yeah, 300 miles x 4 = two full tanks of petrol in one weekend, about 20 hours spent driving, and sometimes having to deal with massive weekend traffic jams, so more mileage more time more cost. She mentioned the merc boyfriend several times again, despite me pointing at average speed cameras, cop cars, my driving licence not hers and whatnot, she didn't give a tit. One day I had enough of the merc boyfriend story, and put my car at a 90 degrees sideways angle all around a roundabout, attacking at 60mph, asked her if the merc ex could drive like me. She had that look of I just tit meself, and I never heard of it again.
If I had the bad idea of saying ''no'', dragons would fly out of her eyes. When that happened the first time, my initial thought was how to get out of this relationship in the smoothest way possible. From that point on, I would say no to test her reaction, predictable. She was playing the angry card every single time, she quickly realised I was playing her at her own game and that stopped too. She tried me playing sexy, she tried me playing tears, she tried.
She had one flight to go see her family for a few weeks holidays, doing so she hinted the relationship was over until she came back. Of course I had to drive her to Heathrow, and she left me there without even a kiss, not even turning round at the other end of the terminal to wave goodbye. What a relief that day. Freeeeedoooom.
And like the taxi bit, I'm supposed to wait for her, not knowing how long. Hey ho I'm not stupid, you're off to pick up some toy boys during your holidays or something. She called me on day 4 because she had enough already, I said uh, ok, well that's what you wanted can't do anything here, your decision, speak to you later when you call. No further contact.
She called again 6-7 weeks later, ''do you know where I'm calling you from?''. Well you're calling from your new UK mobile number. ''Do you want to come and see me?''. I'm busy right now and you're calling out of the blue without even telling me how things went on, we'll see when I have time.
She called and texted again several times over several years. I never answered, and I am glad to announce I never replied to the messages. I dodged a bullet, glad I'm not tied with a child either. So there's my little story, it could have been a lot worse. Long story short is, when you spot the signs, look for the nearest exit.