My stepmother: "you're stupid, fat, ugly, and nobody will ever love you" throughout highschool, during which I weighed 100 lbs and was severely malnourished because I was expected to share my dinner (the only meal I got a day) with my toddler brothers, and I wasn't about to starve them
Stepmother again: "we got your brother a car because he made us proud. We just aren't proud of you. Do you honestly think you will ever amount to anything?" I was 17 and had less than a week before been awarded a scholarship for a prestigious university.
And again: "I always knew you would get fat. Stand up, we both know you're pretending to get attention, you fat fuck." I had just been diagnosed with an incurable disease that left me bedridden for several months and I had admittedly gained some weight. When I didn't get up, she pushed me off the couch.
And the best for last! "I wouldn't care if her and [my mom] got raped by the same gorilla. I won't let her ruin our good name." Story: I was repeatedly raped between the ages of 6 and 9 by my babysitter. My family was super fucked up and when he told me that "this is what people do when they love each other," I believed him. But it hurt and I told him to stop. He said if I told, he would light me on fire. He would sneak into my bedroom at night and do it on the bunk bed with my older brother on the top bunk. He told my brother that he would kill our mom and bring him her face if he looked. My dad was always too drunk to hear anything going on. When I finally decided enough was enough, probably about a year in, I was worried my dad would be mad. I decided to tell my mom instead. I was too young to understand, but my mom was severely depressed and had herself been raped a couple weeks before, but had been repressing it. I didn't know the word "rape" or "sex" so I had to describe it to her. Apparently that triggered the memory and she started screaming "you're not real, you're not real!" I ran out of the room and hid in a closet. I came out a while longer (maybe an hour?) and tried to find my mom. I found her in the bathroom with her wrists slit and vomit everywhere. She had taken a whole bottle of pain killers and tried to kill herself. The cuts weren't deep enough though. I called 911 and I didn't see her for months. She didn't remember what I had told her and I was too afraid to tell anyone else after that because I didn't want people to kill themselves. Fast forward a few years and my brother was having some issues. He had nightmares about my nighttime visitor killing him or my mom and my mom killing herself (he saw her in the tub too). He started talking to the elementary therapist. The therapist understood the implications and stated taking to me about it. She assured me that nobody would ever hurt me again and that it wasn't my fault my mom tried to kill herself. It took a while but eventually I told her everything. Concerned, she called in my father and stepmother. My dad went in first with my brother. I was left alone with her. She grabbed my arm and squeezed so her nails dug into my arm, hard enough to draw blood. She said "you lying little cunt, will you do nothing to make us look bad? If I hear a single lie out of your dirty whore mouth, I will sell you to a terrorist so you will know what it's like to actually get raped." (That's how I learned the word rape! Also, this wasn't long after 9/11 so terrorists were scary! :D) We went in and I told them all I lied to get attention. On the way home, she turned to my father and said "I wouldn't care if her and [my mom] got raped by the same gorilla. I won't let her ruin our good name."
Needless to say, I rarely talk to my ex-stepmom anymore. I only interact with her when necessary. She is a legit crazy person who kidnapped my brothers and tried to get my dad arrested for stalking and trying to kill her. Turns out she has borderline personality disorder.
Tl;dr: my stepmom is a cunt.