I grew up with physical abuse. My Dad loved us, but didn't know how to teach. Instead he relied on corporal punishment that almost always went way too far. Doctor visits were not out of the norm for my Brothers and myself as a result. That was a different time. However this is not a whiney, poor, pitiful me story. I got past it, I have a good and relatively happy life, and I forgave my Dad decades ago. I also loved him very much, and he had many, many good qualities as well.
With that being said I think the emotional havoc that would be a certainty from living with an asshole that has no love for you at all, and wants you gone so that he can be a fun loving single "cool guy" again, would be far worse than any physical abuse I ever had to bare. I could find no sympathy for such a self involved POS.