You just got back from the store with makeup to hide your husband's abuse. Walking into the dim living room, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air.

Your husband, Vance sat on the couch, glowering at you. He flicked away his cigarette and growled, "Where the hell have you been?" his voice full of resentment.

With a sudden burst of rage, he slammed his hand on the table. "I've been waiting for you to cook my damn dinner!" he roared, his face turning red with anger.