Run - out of the house.

There is nothing to gain here, you realize with dread. Your husband seems already fully controlled, and nothing what you say or do right now can get him out of it. You need to act quickly, before he overpowers you somehow.

So you just turn and run out of the kitchen.

"Wait, bitch!", screams Dave, or whoever he has become, and that shout alone is enough to hasten your pace, run through the living room, out into the open. You hear your husband's footsteps following you, slam the door and fumble for your keys. Dave always keeps his keys in his coat and the coat was not next to the door, so maybe this will give you a few precious minutes. You lock the main door, just as Dave arrives and presses the door handle.

Then you are on your way to your car.

You have no idea where to go, but for the moment, your house does not seem safe.