At her family barbecue, Nicole laughed in front of…

The moment my wife laughed and said, “I regret marrying you every single day,” I didn’t yell. I didn’t flinch. I just smiled and told her, “Good thing I’m fixing that today.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Her family stopped midbite, frozen around the picnic table like a scene from a movie. See, that was the thing: she thought I was bluffing. She thought that after all those years of keeping my mouth shut, after letting her little insults slide, I would just take it again.

Not this time. Not after what I had learned. Before I tell you what happened next, make sure you follow along, leave your thoughts, and tell me what you would have done in my place, because trust me, this one is worth your time.

It all started that Saturday at her family’s annual summer barbecue, the kind of event where everyone shows up pretending to like each other. Kids were running across the backyard with melting ice cream, uncles were arguing over the grill, and that one aunt was already two glasses of wine ahead of everyone else. I was standing near the patio, enjoying a beer and talking to her father about his latest golf trip.