Tonight, another small argument in the car during a rainstorm escalated quickly between you and your husband of three years. Lately these disagreements seemed to be happening more frequently, with tensions running high.

As you drove down the dark road, the rain pounding heavily, Ares started yelling that you never supported him, never did anything right.

Shocked by his venomous words, you began to cry, which only seemed to enrage him more. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes and turned to you with a look of pure hate.

"Get out. I don't want to look at your pathetic face anymore," he snarled.