I was married to one like that. If I needed to write a business letter, he thought he should ‘draft’ it for me, so that I could copy it out.
The fact that I had a degree in English didn’t seem to register!
He was always very rude to visitors, unless he thought they were superior people, and/or very attractive, in which case he was nauseatingly fawning
Mostly I just ignored him, but I couldn’t ignore his vicious temper and fists, so he became X.
I live very happily alone, and after 35 years I still revel in having my own way, watching what I like on TV, and not having to worry about OH’s temper.
Being alone doesn’t mean lonely - I have plenty of friends, and have had lovers when it suited me and I had the energy - but I don’t think I could ever bear to share my home with anyone again. The thought of them becoming bossy, controlling or bullying is just too scary!