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TIFU by calling my cousin's wife a gold digger and getting into a fist fight with my cousin who is in the special forces.

For context, I (25M) was just having a conversation with my Cousins wife (26F), who we'll call Kate, and my cousin (31M), who we'll call Isaac, for New Years morning over at his house. Isaac is a pretty rich guy who gets loads of hazard pay and has a really good salary because he's in the SASR (Australian equivalent of Navy SEALs or Green Berets).

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We were talking about our jobs, and I was telling them about my latest experiences up at the Iron mines in Tom Price (A mining town in the Pilbara region of Western Australia), as I am a geologist. As I started telling them jokingly about a rumour I heard of me getting a bit of a pay bump (which I doubt is gonna happen, as I am not the most efficient worker to be honest), Kate just cut me off and said "Well, Isaac still is earning more than you." Causing both me and Isaac to look at each other with confusion, but I shrugged and continued, saying "Yeah, he does, but hey, we all gotta start somewhere right?" And that seemed to calm her down.

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But as the conversation went on over the course of a few hours, no matter what the topic was she would always bring up how wealthy Isaac is, so I tried to keep my cool until she said "Maybe if you worked a bit harder and earned more money, more girls might be into you" Which made me say back, not in an angry, but a confused tone "Are you insinuating you only dated Isaac 'cos of his wallet?" And she retorted furiously and defensively, until Isaac joined her side and legitimately tried to punch me in the face for "Accusing my wife of being a gold digger", and because well, he's a trained fighter, he hit and it fucking hurt.

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I, like the dumb testosterone fuelled bastard I am, threw a punch back at him. Obviously, he blocked it and threw me to the ground, pinning me to the floor before I could even react. He pinned me there until I calmed down enough and then let me go, telling me to leave the house and not come back until I have apologised.

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UPDATE: Ok, so he just sent me a text, and he was apologising not for hitting me or anything, but for instinctively reaching for where his knife would usually be. I didn't even notice that myself, but he just literally asked to call and was saying sorry while fighting back tears for what he might have done to me if he was in his fatigues and gear. I forgave him, I know he didn't mean it and I know he would have stopped himself in time. I trust his training and that he would know when to stop.

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Edit: To everyone getting fuming at him for even reflexively almost stabbin' me. I'm not mad at him and won't be pressing charges, he's about to resign his service anyway because he is horrifically traumatised from his service, so I understand why he was in that bad a mental state. I still love him as a cousin unconditionally, but that doesn't change my stance on the wife being a bitch. I didn't get hurt, so there's no point crying about it and causing him any more unnecessary pain or regret, he's already got enough.

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TL;DR: I was at my cousin's house, talking, and then his wife said some weird shit about me being single cos I don't have money so I confusedly asked if she was a gold digger, and a fight between me and my special forces cousin ensued.

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