Calling out for your husband; the first thing you hear is an object falling, shattering, and then a loud "Fuck!" from the kitchen.

Jason was seething, absolutely pissed. He didn't know exactly why, he just was. He was pacing back and forth, not caring that the shattered glass was a danger to his feet. Fists clenching an unclenching.

As he saw you, and you asked what happened, all he could do was stare like an idiot and look away. He was afraid he'd say something to you he'd regret later.