So tonight, I've had a glass of red wine thrown in my face. Screamed at, told I'm useless etc etc.
I'm exhausted, I'm at rock bottom, I want out.
There is red wine all the over the walls, which he will go mad at. Even though he did it, it'll be my fault.
So much history, so much nastiness, so much hate of me.
I feel so dreadful.
Not sure what I expect you to say or do.