Mum and Dad hadn’t always argued. They used to get on OK. Back when we all lived at home together; Mum, Dad, Rose and me. Dad was always out at work and Mum stayed at home with us.
Grandma hardly ever came round back then. When she did come round, she was always telling Mum that Dad was never home and that he should be doing more, not burying his head in his work.
Afterwards Mum would tell Dad he had to help out around the house, that he should come home earlier and spend more time with us all. Dad said he was working; he was the only one earning and how else did she think we could pay the bills?
Not long after, Dad moved out. Grandma never forgave him for that. Mum went to pieces and Grandma was the one who had to pick them all up and put them back together. But Mum was never the same again. The damage had already been done.