The Short Version.
My stepfather beat me. And my mother.
I was kicked, and punched, beaten with sticks, belts, anything within reaching distance.
The pain always ended with something like "Do you think you're better than me now?" What a cliche. I received a black eye once when I brought home a perfect report card. I had an orange-sized bruise on my leg after I learned the latin name for oats.
I resented my mother for a very long time. After all, she stayed for years, left, and returned to him. Finally, when I was 12, she left for good.