I read this piece by Arthur Benson about how are moods can impact the entire family. 

  "The husband was a man of moods, jealous, irritable, self-absorbed, and the sense of his possible displeasure lay like a cloud in the background of the lives of all the family members. He was apt to be vexed if things didn't happen exactly as he wished, while at the same time he was annoyed if any notice was taken of his moods, or if he thought he was being humored and arranged for. 

 What distresses one about such a case is the silly waste of happiness and peace that such a disposition can cause, in a family circle where there are all the materials for the best kind of domestic content. 

Yet the case is not a very uncommon one, and the cause is a mere lack of self-discipline. 

 The only hope for persons with such temperaments is that they should become aware, early in life, of all the unhappiness they can create, and determine that, whatever they feel, they will behave with courtesy, justice, and kindness. 

The difficulty is that the most trivial incidents tend to confirm and increase such irritable suspicions and there is moreover, in jealous people, a sense of complacency in the thought of how much they can affect and influence the emotions of the their family circle. But such power is a very mean and selfish business. 

The worst of it is that it is perfectly possible for a man to despise and condemn such conduct in others, and yet to do the very same thing himself and to justify it, not without a certain contemptible pride in his own superior sensitiveness." 

  "Worse still, there are people who like, if they can, to throw cold water over the enjoyment of others, and belittle or explain away their successes. One of the most well known instances is the case of Mr. Barrett, the father of Mrs. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. He was a man who was passionately attached to his children; he desired their love to such an extent that he couldn't bear to see them care for any one else.

He refused his consent to his daughter's marriages, on the grounds that it was ungrateful of them to wish to leave him. When Mrs. Browning, knowing that it was impossible to hope that he would consent to her marriage with the poet Robert Browning, married him clandestinely and went away to Italy, hoping that she might ultimately be forgiven, her father never opened any of her letters, and refused ever to see her again, and kept to his word. 

It was an intense grief to Mrs. Browning, but she never took a morbid view of the situation, and realized with supreme good sense that no human being has the right to cripple another's life, and to deny another the paramount gift of wedded love."