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She became mad at me, wanted to beat me but my father stood in between. She slapped him, hit him in the eyes, shouted at me and went in her room. After some 10–15 mins, I went to her and said sorry.

Some 2 years back, my mother was trying to stab my father with a knife. I got in between and snatched the knife from my mother's hand. I had held the knife from the sharp edge and got my palm and fingers cut(just 4 days before my board exam). As the heat of the moment was, I didn't feel any pain but blood was oozing out of my hand. My father noticed that and even asked me about that, but my mother didn't stop.

Having brought up in a broken family, I from the very childhood, am used to seeing fights between my parents. When I say broken family I do not mean that my parents are divorced. No, my parents are not divorcee, they are not alcoholic. They live together only to make each other's life hell. And in the rage of that, they end up making the life of us children hell.

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Your father is lying on the bed, trying to hold the hands of the mother firmly. Your mother standing with one leg at your father's stomach and the other on his neck, trying to choke him. What would you have done? I went in and pulled my mother. Yeah I had to be tough on her because it wasn't possible to pull her away with soft and loose grip.

From the past 2 years, the fights between them has intensed. Very intensed. Mind it when I use the word ‘fight’, I purely mean to say ‘my mother beating my father’. Because the moment my father tries to get himself free from my mother by holding her hand or pushing her a bit, my mother turns into a monster and the fight gets converted into a one sided war.

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She is not talking to me. I am the unfortunate one, who has witnessed the fights between my parents the most amongst my siblings. Still my mother has the audacity to say, ‘The fight did not happen only for you, your siblings are also living under the same circumstances, why the f*ck are you behaving different and sad.’ Even if I seem to be more sad and depressed, you can't say like that because every child is different.

And now, when I see my sister suffering due to all this, I feel very helpless. I have spent my entire childhood seeing this. I really don't want my sister to develop any traumas because of all these. I don't want my sister to be effected by this. I will study hard this year, get into a good college and do some part time job as well, do that I can send my sister to a hostel. At least she will stay away from all this and live a normal life.

Sounds of slamming against the wall and many more started coming. My sister stood at the door of the room where my parents were fighting. She came back and sat in front of the TV, holding her tears back. Her eyes at TV, pretending as she was busy watching the interesting serial, but man, I read her eyes. Full of terror and sadness. That was enough. I can't see my sister like that. I went there and saw something which I want you all to visualise.

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My brother (then 20) was downstairs and my sister (then 12) was in school, so none of them witnessed this. The reason why I (then 17) am saying this will be stated at the last.

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This is just one such example. Yesterday my mother lost her temper and started beating my father. With charger, with belt, with nails, with hanger, with kitchen instruments, she used everything she found to hit him. I increased the volume of the TV, to help me and my sister to not give attention to what was happening in the house.

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Now, you would say everyone's house has such parents. Fights happen between couples. But believe me when I say that the fights of my house are not ‘normal’. My mother beats my father. She becomes mad when she is angry. Shouting? Yelling? What's that? She screams at the top of her lungs when my father tries to defend himself from her attacks. The very first memory I have of my mother beating my father dates back to 2013, when I was in 2nd class(8 year old).