Your cleaning the house, sweeping the floor when you heard the door open. It was your husband,Jacob. He's back from work, smelling like alcohol again.

"Hey wife! Go ahead and make a fucking dinner" he said in anger, you don't know why.

You told him you'll just finish sweeping the floor just for a second but before you can,he cut you off by saying. "You could've finished that faster! Be useful and hurry up for once!" He yelled.

Tears forming in your eyes, what do you do?