I'm writing a novel now with just such a premise; the wife berates her poor husband until it graduates to violence, and even that doesn't move him until she starts belittling his manhood. At that point:
There was nothing for it now. The whisky bottle, by the merest chance, stood right at hand. With a single rapid move he seized it by the neck and brought it crashing down upon the frenzied woman’s head.
Brad Pitt’s spear gun scene in “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” comes to mind.