You and your husband were arguing. Again. He lost his whole temper, it's like you couldn't even recognise him anymore. "Y/N SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He forces you to look at him. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU. STOP CRYING." You feel a panic attack coming on. You begin breathing heavily, apologising constantly. He throws a vase at the wall making you flinch. He then throws you onto the floor with the shattered glass digging into your hands.