My younger brother used to have an awful temper as a child, and would frequently lash out at me even as we got into the teen years. I never ever hit back, but I'm sure I had a gob on me and I probably said things that annoyed him, yes. I actually have two quite noticeable scars from injuries he caused me, one when we were very young and one from when I was about 15.
It always went like this; me and my brother would argue, he'd end up hitting, pushing, or throwing something at me, I'd shout in pain and call for my mother, and my mother would storm in saying "Belephant!! What have you said now!"
Eventually she'd tell him off for being violent but it would always, always ultimately come down to "but this wouldn't have happened if you just wouldn't wind him up".
I really do believe that this is a major factor into why I accepted violent behaviour from a past partner - I distinctly felt like it was my fault. Very cliché, I know, but it's true. I am close to my mother now after many years, but this is one thing I will never probably be able to stop resenting her for.
For what it's worth, I get on with my brother now too but him being the golden child hasn't done him many favours either - he's clueless when it comes to functioning as an adult without help from others and he has a huge, almost comically exaggerated victim complex to top it all off. Nothing is ever his fault in his eyes, and any constructive criticism from absolutely anyone is tantamount to an attempt to ruin his life.
I imagine that my mother probably just didn't know how to deal with my brother's behaviour and thought blaming me would stop the situations arising. It didn't and it has helped neither of us as adults.