I didn't walk away...I ran!  I got married to a bum just to get out.  Had a child, divorced and had to move back...this was much, much worse.  Had to live with the parents for 2 times during my adult life...once right after the divorce and once during going to nursing school.  When I moved out the second time, they threatened to try and take my kids away from me.  Said they would get my siblings to lie in court and say I abused them, just so my parents could "keep" them.  They called them "our kids".  Nightmare times, with a constant struggle to overcome the low self-esteem, the guilt trips, the name calling and emotional abuse, even as an adult.  Luckily, my kids were very young during those times of exposure, but they still got too much for my liking.  
I had my first job at 14 and paid for all my own clothing, cars, etc. after that point.  Never took anything from them but temporary shelter in times of distress, but I paid for that a million times over in continued emotional abuse.  I could tell you stories for days how horrible and strange my father is....all scars left on the psyche, not on the skin.  
I now live across the state from them and it isn't far enough away to escape the occasional poison dart.  You see, of all the children, I was the one who stood up for myself.  The older ones just moved away and never came back.  The middle ones live close but hardly ever visit them.   I am the youngest and the most hated by my father because he could never break me....bend me, beat me, but not break me.  I am also one of the only ones who live without the stain of hatred in my heart.  Sorrow for  a childhood lost, but not hatred.  For that I am greatful to God.  I was born to love, not hate and I am no good at it at all! 
My father favored the boys also, and despised the girls.  Still does.