My dad abused me when I was younger. the only reason why he doesn't now, is because he lives across the country. He would get drunk, and rape my sister, then he would hit me. He hit me with chairs, cast-iron skillets, broom handles, pots and pans, or anyting that he could find. He tried to hit my brother (who is 5 years younger), but I always stepped between them. me and my older sister (about 4 years older) never let my brother see or hear anything that happened. one time, my dad tried to hit my brother with a chair, and I stepped between them. The chair broke over my back, I was 10 or 11. I still have scars, mentally and physically from it. I looked up to my dad, and although i regret it, I still do. When he wasn't drunk, or extremely pissed, he was the best father a girl could wish for.