My parents fighting when I was a child really cut me up. It might not have been so bad if they'd made up afterwards, but it would usually end in one of them leaving, and threatening suicide wasn't unknown either. They never did split up, they always got back together again after a day or two. It seemed that they couldn't challenge each other or give each other any kind of criticism without starting World War 3, and that gave me a deep-rooted feeling that any kind of conflict in a relationship was the beginning of the end, as well as whatever insecurity I got from living under the constant threat of my parents separating.
My solution was to cut them dead emotionally when I got into my teens - I just couldn't stand living with my heart in my mouth any more. I never really got it back.....maybe slightly with Mum, but there was always this weird distance between me and Dad, which is odd, because Mum was more to blame for the fights, if you can really blame anybody.
In adulthood I was at first averse to any aggression at all.....that's probably why I was so attracted to the hippies and anarchists I met. I was quite embarrassed to discover that I had quite a warlike side to my personality - I suppose I was taking after my parents. But later I began to see that anger and aggression are an inevitable part of human experience that has to be reckoned with. I found myself actually stepping into situations where somebody had lost their temper and everybody else was backing off......I began listening to them through their anger and yelling - I empathised with them because by then I knew very well how I could lose my temper and get nothing but flak for it, and I'd always felt so misjudged - it's not always the one who goes ape who is the guilty party, sometimes the superficially civil party is the real cuplrit.
I still provide that "service"........last year I managed to pour oil on troubled waters in the music club I'm in.......I threw myself into the fray and proactively intervened. I couldn't get them to reconcile, and one of them had to leave, but hopefully I helped them to temper the worst excesses of their feud. I was quite scared most of the time, half expecting their anger to deflect onto me, but it never did, and both parties seemed grateful to have had somebody around who was willing to listen to them. One of them said so, and the other is now a very good personal friend of mine. So I got all that from it, and also the feeling that I'm doing something very different to what I did when I was a child, watching helplessly as the people I loved tore each other apart. Sometimes a screwed up childhood can lead the adult to do a bit good, it doesn't all have to be bad news.
Anyway, I''m not crowing. I've never yet had a close relationship with a partner who could handle my anger. I still seem afraid to express it to them, convinced that it'll destroy us like it destroyed my parents, and after a temper burst I just feel depressed, frightened and guilty. And the women I pick always seem scared stiff of male anger, so they haven't been helpful in that respect. When I have a big argument with a partner and we get through it and do good rather than harm to the relationship, I'll put the flag out, because that will be a partner I can really work it out with.