Nearly a Decade Later
I suppose I didn't have it as bad as most. My mom would hit me when I was a kid, as far back as I can remember. I remember hiding behind my bed as she threw a small table at me when I was eight. But, then she realized she had a problem and went to counseling. I think the last time she hit me was late late elementary school. Not long after my mom stopped, my dad started abusing me.
I told him on my 18th birthday that he could no longer claim it was discipline, so if he ever touched me again, I was calling the police and filing an assault charge. The last time he hit me was the day before I turned 18.
I still have a relationship with my parents, though I no longer live in the same country as they do. Talking on the phone is safer. It takes me several weeks to recover emotionally from a visit with them, even though at 27 years old, it's been almost a decade since the last instance of physical abuse.
My parents have a foster child now. So far, I don't think they've hurt this child. He's a boy, so maybe that's why. To the best of my knowledge, my little brother was never abused either. Even so, it's hard seeing them treat this child so much nicer than I was ever treated.