We were in the car, on the motorway. The argument had been going on - and off - all day. It was coming to a head. I had already insisted on driving as he was not in a fit state, I said. He acquiesced (unusually). But then he started getting mad - I mean REALLY mad. He began by shouting and swearing at me (I was doing 80mph) then insisting I pull off the motorway. I was scared and said I just wanted to get home. He started screaming at me to pull off, and threatening to yank on the wheel. Through my tears, I refused. He grabbed the handbrake, and I pleaded with him to get off it. I was shaking and the tears were flowing so fast I could hardly see. He screamed at me that he was going to kill me; held his hands out as they would be around my neck. I panicked, and pulled over. He got out of the car and lay on the grass beside the road. All was quiet.
We stayed like that for an hour. Then he got up, got back in the car, and we drove home.