Last night while doing my nails I asked DH to get the smaller suitcase out of the loft so I could pack it. He then said he'd rather not use it so we can travel 'light'. I explained why I needed it (toddler stuff) and got an angry response on how he will get the fucking suitcase out of the loft because everything has to be my way. I then threw my paper nail file at him (in a failed attempt to be lighthearted) asking him not to swear. In return I got a munchkin cup full of water thrown at me (hit my breasts) and several other objects. The nail polish remover was all over the floor.
After more shouting from him I went to bed and locked the door. We are due to fly today to my home country and all my excitement has gone. I've never been in this situation before, I'm heartbroken 💔. How do I come back from here?