When I was growing up my dad was a heavy drinker and would blue with mum a lot, though it was verbal and not violent to her (though we copped it lots). For some reason my two brothers remember it being much worse than I do. This week one brother sent me an audio file of a tape recording he made in the seventies, well after I had left home, of a domestic dispute. My father was shouting swearing at mum because she hadn't started dinner. It sort of brought it all back, but it seems to me like someone else's life not mine.