I'm going to open up my word box and pull out a word for you. That word is pareidolia. I could make you go look it up, but I'm in a charitable mood, so I will explain that pareidolia is the psychological phenomenon that causes us to find significance in random events. This was at one time an important survival technique, but has since become a mere curiosity. Why do I bring this up? I was listening very intently to your recording and heard nothing of note past 2:32, until I reached the end. At that point I realized that I'd missed the second event, as I hadn't been watching the time counter. Subsequently, I double checked the time and kept an eye on the counter, and was then able to pick out what might've been words. I could even hear the stressors which would indicate the phrase you suggested. It's interesting, since I was listening at the same volume and intensity both times, with the same equipment and sound clip. The only thing that changed was my awareness; once I knew what I was supposed to be hearing, I could pick it out of the noise.
The strange thing is, we can contrast this on your very own recording. The voice at 2:32 (as that's almost certainly what it is) distinctly says 'bitch.' There's very little room for doubt or question. Thus, I would suggest that further investigation would need to be in the direction of how it ended up on your tape. Was your mother recording this with a microphone, seperate from the actual deck? Were there any televisions or radios on in the area? What sort of equipment was it? Was there anybody else in the apartment (your father, for example)?
The reason why ghosts are still considered to be paranormal and not actual scientific phenomena is that there still, after decades of trying, is no hard proof. Occasionally something like this turns up, but often a bit of digging reveals it to be completely mundane in origin. I don't mean to shit on your parade, but I feel the need to point it out. Nevertheless, I'm at a loss to explain who was calling your or your mother a bitch.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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