One of my main abusers was an incredibly violent, but I've never known what kind of abuse to call it. I know he was mentally/emotionally abusive, but he was also the single most terrifying I have ever known, yet he never laid a finger on me. I've been beaten by a relative before and had the bruises to show (not that anyone in my family cared at all), yet that paled in comparison.
My mothers boyfriend would become demonic when he was angry, in my face screaming until he was red and I couldn't get away from him. He'd stand at my door and yell forever, I'd block my ears so that I didn't have to hear him, but I had nowhere to go.
And he would punch things, I remember he had this tooth ache for a while so he punched a hole through the front door and in the cupboards (after we moved out of that house they ended up replacing the entire front door), he threw the VCR through the wall because it stopped working. A few years later he also punched our bathroom window out.

He would stare at me whenever I left my bedroom, if I went into the kitchen to get some food he'd sit there and stare the whole time to intimidate me. Sometimes I'd sneak out of my room when I thought he was asleep (I lived in my room because I was terrified of him), but sometimes I'd turn around and there he would be lying on the couch staring straight through me.

He'd tell me I was a drama queen, a manipulator, if I looked at someone sideways he'd make a deal that I was giving daggers at people (even if he said it as a joke he was really drawing attention to make me look like a b----), he always told me that all the bad things that were happening to us were my fault because my bad thoughts were creating negative energies to cause these things to happen, so every person who used him, stole from us or whatever wasn't because he was friends with drug addicts and criminals, it was because of me.

He drove his car like a lunatic, way too fast, and when we moved somewhere away from the main city where we had to drive through the hills, he would drive on the other side of the road as we were going around every corner where we couldn't see if other cars were coming. My mother pointed out to me recently that he was most probably doing it to intimidate me.

All he wanted was to get rid of me, which he did eventually, but when I came back and yelling etc. wasn't working he started getting a bit more, um, sleazy, hitting me on the *** when I walked past, telling me I was really attractive and telling me to look at him so he could see how beautiful my eyes were. It just disgusts me to think about.

He came into a therapy session one day, my therapist wanted to speak to my mother, of course he wasn't going to have any of that because he knew exactly what my therapist would say, so he came knocking on the door instead. I don't remember it (I vaguely remember the incident itself but not the details of what was said or anything) but my therapist remembers and even has in her notes that he ended up being 'escorted' out by a male staff member. After that I remember sitting in the car while he yelled at me that I was never seeing my therapist again because she was brainwashing me into hating him.

Another time he told my mother (whether or not he was telling the truth we will never know) that someone had threatened to kill me, so we drove to this persons house, he got an axe out of the car that was lying by my feet, and he went and knocked on their door. They never answered, and I now think he knew they weren't home.

Eventually I had to get out of there so I moved in with my aunty for a while while he and my mother lived in a car doing heroin, until he went to jail for a year on 25 charges of assault, theft and trespassing, and I think some car registration/no license stuff.
But while I was living with my aunty something happened to all our belongings (I was lied to initially and was told everything was stolen with their car, but you can't fit furniture and 3 peoples belongings in a car. Then I was told they'd left it at someone's house and never went to get it, but who knows, it could have been sold for drugs, I have no idea).

Anyway, that's the basic story. The thing is I don't know what kind of abuse to class this as, is it domestic violence? If someone can give me an idea I'd really appreciate it.
Sorry if this is a long post, I didn't want to sound melodramatic, but it's kind of hard to keep the story short.