Ditto Glinda..ditto... I got the worst of it, my brother got a lot of it..but my 2 younger sisters never did ...I could never understand that , and they grew to be very manipulative and would lie to my father for the fun of watching me getting a beating.
No little smackings...but beaten to a pulp with fist, feet, belt buckles, broom handles.. and more. Humiliation beatings as well ..( I won't go into details) and other stuff .far worse. He broke my coccyx once by kicking me until I could no longer stand and hauling me up to continue kicking and I'd fall down again and he'd hail me up again to continue kicking...
...I could tell you a thousand stories
My mother although ruled by him and in fear of him , was occasionally quite capable of lashing out with her fists or a broom handle. I remember she beat the living daylights out of me simply because I came home from sports day at school and told her I'd manage to jump 13 feet in the long jump..it wasn't possible she said, I was a liar she said....and hit me over and over again with the broom handle, and while I was on the floor knelt on my chest punching me repeatedly in the face ( she ultimately took her own life after suffering from depression and alcoholism)
I could write a book but I think I'd have a breakdown recalling all the bad memories..
Today my father would have gone to jail for a very long time...