A Family Affair

It seems like so long ago to me now, that my two children lay in their beds at night, afraid that when Mommy and Daddy got home they would be fighting. The living nightmare of the two people they loved most in the world, full of hate and screaming at each other, would descend without warning. If Mommy and Daddy weren't fighting, they would have all sorts of strange and noisy people with them who were rude and whose breath smelled bad. Then the next morning would come, and Mommy would be too sick to get up and cook breakfast. She and Daddy would hardly speak to one another. So these two small children were left to fend for themselves on many weekends, in a house full of fear and angry tempers, with no one but each other to turn to for comfort.