I was married to a fucking nazi. Ask him what he was doing fighting in front of the children. Who are you to judge anyone else I might ask?
Clearly, someone with more objectivity than you. And may I point out that if you don't want people making observations and comments on your personal life, you shouldn't be spewing it out on a public message board for everyone to pick through?
So, since you DID upend your purse on the table for everyone to see, metaphorically speaking, let's catalog what we have here.
Your parents were, by your own admission, emotional adolescents who refused to exercise self-restraint in their relationship and invited their children into it by shrieking at each other like fishwives, and then dealt the final blow to the family they had already sacrificed to their own selfishness by wandering off in opposite directions.
Subsequently, you grew up, married a "Nazi" who exhibited the exact same pathology as your parents, and repeated the cycle that had been modeled for you.
On the other hand, my parents were married to each other for over forty years. I sincerely doubt it was any grand, passionate thing, but they were always polite and respectful in front of us. I never heard either of them say a derogatory word about the other. I'm sure they had problems, because I saw them go into the bedroom to have discussions about them, but I never had any idea what those problems were, and I never cared, because I was secure in the knowledge that my parents were handling it.
I grew up and married a man whose parents also taught him to discuss problems quietly and in private, and to always present a united front to the rest of the world, and we continue that model for our children. I note in passing that since marrying him, I have also learned to deal with other people with much more patience and diplomacy (message boards notwithstanding).
Tell me again how wrong I am that my method is better.