I have never been married, but I have had many pouting boyfriends. The one I lived with for quite a few years was the champion pouter. Here's a pouting story about him:

One morning, he was getting ready to go to the recording studio (he was a soundtrack composer). He was doing music for a children's show and was going to use a frying pan for a cowbell sound. LOL. He was getting ready, in a sulky mood for some reason or other, and when I asked if I could help him with anything, he sullenly said, "No!" So I just left him alone.

So, a few minutes later, he came into the bedroom and said to me, "The frying pan is dirty and I don't have time to wash it. Can you wash it for me?" Well, I guess I rolled my eyes at him. That made him pout and stomp out the door. I washed the damn frying pan (rolling my eyes the whole time). He came back inside and asked me if I wanted a drive to work, so I went out to the car with the frying pan in tow. Once I closed my door, he picked up the frying pan, opened his door, put it on the pavement, closed his door, and put the car in reverse. So, I jumped out of the car, ran around to get the frying pan and jumped back in the car with it. This sequence of events repeated itself numerous times... him putting the frying pan on the pavement, and me getting it and putting it back in the car... over and over again... I asked him WHY he didn't want to take the frying pan and he said it was because I had rolled my eyes at him and that hurt his feelings. I reminded him that he NEEDED the frying pan for the cowbell sound and the only reason I rolled my eyes is because he had refused my help EARLIER. Eventually, I ended up throwing the frying pan way in the back of the station wagon where he couldn't reach it without getting out of the car and we were running late, so I won. But of course he pouted during the entire drive and was still pouting when I got home that night.