I Hate Fighting And Arguing

Mum and dad had some real blazing rows, back when I was around 5 or so. Not nice; really vicious. At one point I felt that mum was going to leave dad...leave me and my sisters...for this other guy.

Freaked me out.

Whenever I hear an argument I just find myself transported to that frightened 5 year old on that day...

PTSD? Maybe.