I Was Abused When I Was A Kid

Life is one big card game, we dont get to choose the hand of cards we are dealt, or we can do is play the best game we can with what we have been given. In my life, some cards had the potential to win, however, the others restrained my chance for happiness. If you were ever bullied in school, then you'd probably understand how torment can slowly ruin your life and kill your insides. But, being bullied by a family member calls for a more severe, pressurised pain deep inside, and unfortunately there is no escape hatch like home, because home is the hell. My life wasn't perfect but it was pretty close, the things wrong in my life were not so bad that I would be depressed, it was just this one thing...
Why did he have to abuse me the moment I learnt to talk? Why did I have to suffer the consequences for his pain and suffering? why was it I that had to be the brave one?