What someone yells in a bad moment is a weather report on them, not a description of you.

Words thrown in anger are shaped by the state of the person throwing them: their day, their history, whatever they were already carrying. Accuracy is not the aim in a moment like that; release is. Taking it as a verdict means letting somebody’s worst hour define you.

Let a few days pass before deciding whether anything in it was true. If there is a real point inside, take that part and leave the delivery behind. And if the same person is regularly at their worst with you, that pattern deserves its own look.