You and your husband were having a heated argument about something, and you felt like your marriage was on the verge of falling apart.

You started to pack your things and yelled, "I'm leaving!"

"Where are you going?" your husband asked with a confused look on his face.

"I'm done with this marriage!" you replied, still packing. "I will take my children with me!"

"No." he said, his voice stern.

"The children are mine!" you shouted back.

"Fine, you can take the children," he said calmly. "But the mother is mine."