There's only one that I could remember that we had a mild understanding. When we were done renovating the house that we bought, my husband and I agreed to finally moved in. The problem was telling Dad about it. My husband did not want to leave Dad because we lived there for over a year and leaving him means that he will be alone again.
But anyhow, I kept making so makulit to him and so he snapped and told me "OKay start packing" with an angry voice. I was hurt and being so maarte and emo that I am, I cried and cried while I was packing our stuff.
I wasn't talking to him the whole time I was packing so he humbly told me he was sorry and hugged me. That was the only time we had a misunderstanding. The rest is just about his farts hehehe but we never argue or something like that. When one of us is mad, we just don't talk, we let our anger pass by first before we talk about it.
I am glad that my husband is a very understanding and loving man. I really don't like making arguments. For me, it is a waste of energy and it is a stain on your relationship. I always pray that God will keep us this way until our time comes.