I heard this one from my sis, so take it with a grain of salt.
Her good friend and next door neighbor was really mad at her husband, so she sewed shut every leg hole in every pair of his underwear.
Married 22 years and neither of us has ever made the other sleep on the couch. We’ve done it voluntarily a few times when one of us was sick or something, but we really try to resolve our difference before bedtime.
No real “vengeance” stories, either. We argue, but we don’t throw things or get violent or do anything we can’t get over. I’ve never been one for trying to get even. It just prolongs the conflict.
I’ve never had a proper ‘fight’ with my fiance. It’s impossible.
I won’t apologise, even when I know I’m in the wrong. However my fiance will apologise, even when he’s in the right. You can’t continue to fight with someone who’s prepared to always apologise. 
Once, my SO (no longer, been gone many years and good riddance) got mad at me so he smashed his perfectly good acoustic guitar. How that was supposed to hurt me, I don’t know, but it sure was pretty stupid. He was a guy that liked to throw and smash things in anger, a behavior that I think is the hallmark of stupidity in a fight: breaking kitchenware, throwing keys/rings at people, etc. Bad policy.
TAER?
Mr. Rilch and I had a humungous fight over a sweatshirt. In Memphis. Outside the Museum of Tolerance. :eek: Afterwards, to make peace, I threw out the sweatshirt. Problem was, I thought it was the only item in the bag. It wasn’t. The bag also contained the wallet he’d recently bought, which he’d spent half an hour choosing. It wasn’t leather or anything, but it was precisely the one he wanted. He said it was what he got for a) picking the fight and b) not using the wallet right away; it should have been in his pocket, with his stuff in it, not in the bag.
My dad used to whistle when he was mad at my mom. I still die a little inside when I hear whistling because of that.
Ah that reminds of an episode of some TV show of which I don’t remember the name - the mother hasn’t been mentioned since the beginning and then they’re discussing her. Turns out she’s insane and there is a flash back to when the main character is little boy and this gorgeous woman with long beautiful brown hair comes out of the bathroom holding a big pair of scissors. Half of her hair is gone and she kneels down to the boy and hands him a two foot long lock of hair and says ‘Go give this to Daddy.’
As for my stupid things: The boyfriend was slightly drunk at a party (I’m the driver) and he said something that I took offensively (not that I remember what he said of course) and we had a pissing match in front of a few of my friends. When I took him home (ah separate homes), I poured him into bed…and took to his face with a sharpie. I remember writing ‘I’m a fuckwit’ backwards on his forehead. 
Titus?
I did that once. My ex once tried to “forbid” me to cut my hair. I laughed all the way to the salon…