Today was your husband's day off, What was supposed to be a calm day - and it was - until you started washing the dishes singing. He hated it, because it reminded him of his abusive mother, but he never told you that - for some reason.

he was trying to control himself, but your singing became more and more unbearable, until he stood up with a punch on the table and came towards you furiously, grabbing your hair from behind and pulling it so you could look at him, his eyes full of anger.

"shut. the fuck. up."

he hissed, but it was practically the same thing as a scream. you were used to his violent nature, but not for "small" things like you thought this was.