Childhood Fleeting Pt.2

My mom worked away from us for about 2 years. My parents argued every weekend that she was home.  Hours and hours were spent with my dad yelling at my mom and my mom stubbornly ignoring him. She knew how to push his buttons and vice versa. I don't remember what they fought about, I was trying to keep my siblings away from them and go outside. Sometime that wasn't possible so we would hear everything. Sometimes they would fight about arguing in front of us, oh the irony. There were about 2 times that are burned into my memory though forever. One occasion, my mom was being irrational and just freaking out. She was yelling at me to go call the cops which would have meant leaving our acreage (we didn't live there) and running down the road to a neighbour's house. I didn't listen to her, instead I did as my dad said and took my siblings in the house and kept them entertained and away from the windows. My dad managed to calm my mom down. She said he was keeping us from her even though he was with her outside and we had gone into the house alone. Keep in mind, this is how I remember the incident and I may not have the full story.
The second time things escalated was a night we were at home. I only remember bits and pieces of the night, good ol' repression. My parents were all out screaming at each other and it didn't matter that we were right there. We were all crying. My mom didn't seem like herself in the least, she seemed to have blacked out with rage. Her eyes didn't make normal eye contact, it was distant and blank. My dad seemed to be the more rational person and he was trying to talk her back. My mom refused to hear any of it. My brother was crying in the bedroom and stuttering, telling my mom to stop. My mom ran to him and my dad tried to stop her but she just threw him off and kept going. She wiped out on a garbage bag full of clothes by the bedroom door when she tried to round the corner. She biffed it good and screamed. She had bruised her leg and wrist (she bruises like a peach to begin with) and screamed that my dad did that to her. He was no where near her but she screamed that's what she would tell people and had the bruises to prove it. My dad was freaking out, he knew that it would be his word against hers. I don't remember anything else from that night.
I cried every weekend that my mom left along with my youngest sister. I always thought about hiding on the car floor since my mom left in the wee hours of the morning when it was still dark and then popping up once she got to the city and staying with her for the week. I never tried it.
My dad would tell me about their relationship and repeat things she had said to him. He was treating me like a friend rather than his child. He admitted that he was putting too much on me yet he didn't stop. He was losing all that he thought he had...