A young couple was deeply involved in the timeless dance of married couples since the first union, and I am not referring to sex. This was the dance of war. Each had taken a rigid angry stance on opposite sides of their ballroom. In fact, the battle for this championship had escalated to the point that, no matter what one said, the other was definitely going to disagree. No compromise, take no prisoners. It was victory at any cost.

The other dancers in that ballroom, aka their kids, and their desires for a peacefully happy dance were now unimportant. The ballroom was an ugly scene of combat, a...