Until Death Do We Part

Réveille-toi, ruine ton anniversaire, tue ton mari. Rince, répète.

You are Prudence, and your piece of shit husband won't let you leave. But that's alright. You've dealt with him once, twice, thrice already. You can do it again, can't you? Just keep handling the problem, again and again until God lets you wake up in the throat of tomorrow, instead of forcing you to repeat the worst day of your life. He has to stop getting up eventually, right? Right??