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I was thinking today about how many webmasters lived with domestic violence when they were children.

Someone posted a thread about reporting his neighbor for a domestic violence incident and the response to that thread is what I was noticing.

When I was little (until age 13) my parents drank and fought almost every night. I would stay awake listening to them scared out of my wits, and to this day, I can't stand being around people who fight.

This isn't something that just happens with poor people, it's something that spreads throughout many income groups.

In my case, it was alcoholism that fueled this violence, as soon as my parents quit drinking, all of it stopped. I was 13 when that happened, but still have bad dreams about those awful nights to this day.

I do what I can to overcome the reprecussions of it, but I realise it's never going to leave me totally. It's like an old friend, who's not really all that friendly.