That brings up so much for me PoppySeadBread. Having to placate my father who took out his anxiety on us in my teenage years. Everyone had to tiptoe around the anxiety. No making him responsible for getting help for it, so we could live normal lives while he dealt with his own feelings.
The only people who know this story were present, so not too worried about it being outing: Even when I was in my 30s my mother said to me, when visiting, "Now, if your father comes home in one of his moods tonight, which he probably will today, just let it wash over you and ignore it to keep the peace." At that point I'd had some counselling and I told her straight, "No, I'm not going to do that. If you want to allow him to be verbally abusive to you, then that's up to you, but I'm not going to accept it or show my kids that it's okay." This brought on the usual eye roll that let me know I was 'being difficult', which I always was when I was unhappy about something, having feelings or wanting to have personal boundaries.
Yet I could also have lovely conversations with my father, he is actually the one I'd go to for empathy over my mother. It's hard because there's this love but then there's also that sense that some things as not okay.