I agree with you here. I'm about to admit something I am not proud of and it was very wrong of me.
Late husband once came home drunk from a squaddies night out, woke up newborn baby DS with the volume of noise in his fumbling, stumbling mess that he was. He also brought in 2 other lads of the company he was part of and they all wanted to continue the "party" in my house. I said no, the baby is crying I need to settle him, leave, they all laughed, told me to lighten up, then they light up some cigars, in my house and I lost it.
I picked up a glass vase, filled with water and flowers (that I had been given as a congratulations for the birth of DS, so that's how little he was) and I launched that glass vase deliberately next to DH. It hit the wall, smashed into a thousand pieces literally like 1foot away from him, and I yelled "everyone fucking out now, listen to me, fucking get out" including DH.
They all 3 burly paratroopers ran out of the house.
I went up to comfort DS and get in to bed. He returned home early hours, cleaned up the glass and apologised for his behaviour, but I also profusely apologised for nearly hitting him with a glass vase.
I have never hit anyone or assaulted anyone. I have definitely never sexually assaulted anyone.
I'm not proud of what I did, it was wrong and I admitted that to DH and said "I lost it, I'm so sorry I shouldn't throw things" we moved on, nothing of the sort ever happened again. 😳
DH was genuinely a gentle giant, he never even shouted at me during our entire relationship. I felt awful for the whole incident.