Married 12 years and we had the third really BIG fight last week. Our son got in trouble at school, and they threw his ass into Saturday school. I thought the punishment was extremely excessive, while the wife was in agreement with the school. It caused an argument that started out with little snipes from both of us, and those snipes escalated that shit into full nuclear meltdown. We screamed at each other and barely talked for almost three days. That night, I apologized for getting so mad, but stood by what I said. I usually cave because in the end nothing has been that important to fight over (we are in full agreement almost 95% of the time), but this one was, and I don't think she knew how to handle it. Things have healed, more apologies were made later in the week, but holy damn I never realized how much of a poppa bear I really was until this thing happened. I guess most marriages fight over finances, I suppose ours is the kids. In the end it was very foreign to me as this was only the second time we have screamed/yelled at each other in 12 years of marriage, and took me a while to process it.