Yep, you sound like me 6 - 8 months before D day. *Shudder* - so much empathy for you.
I dreaded going home - I'd take the long way, I'd go fish, I'd sit in the driveway and read, I'd go see friends.....anything to avoid walking in to find Jekyll or Hyde. Home did not feel like home to me, it was just some prison that i voluntarily went to hoping it would change one day without having to do anything to change it. When I would finally go inside, i'd zone into playing on my phone, or hide out in the bedroom. What a life.
You deserve better. (((HUGS)))