A suggested incident writing

How about a thread with incident writing on ONE incident when you personally stood up to someone in the family and what the result was?
In writing about an incident here is what you do: You set the approximate time of year (if you don't remember specifically) and a way to remember is the weather, the things going on around you at the time. Remember the scents, the sounds, the feelings, what was said. I will start with one and hope others follow with an incident of their own. I think a number of people doing this will help us to relate and realize the impact of the threat of the family while under the oppression of it.
One of my incidents of speaking out:

It was the middle of winter in West Berlin Germany around 1976. I was about 24 yrs old with three very young boys. I had been out singing and had a lot to drink prior to that, as usual. We had a new shepherd named M. who was very hard on us girls. He continually made comments about how we should walk, dress, act with sexual connotations. One West German girl who had recently joined came to me in tears over it. I was watching her effervescent personality being murdered inch by inch and didn't even realize it but I could not take it anymore. She had been pretty harshly dealt with and warned about submitting to men in the family and sharing herself with others and on top of that to wear more make-up and to act more sexy. I was feeling very burnt out around this time and after having been dealt with soooooooooooooo many times I told her that he was basically full of shit. I had gone to watch the movie "Harold and Maude" and M.(the shepherd) approached me to deal with me about my talking to C. and countering his advice. He rubbed his slimy hand across my arm and acted all sympathetic and caring while at the same time threatening me that I would be left behind (the fam. was moving from that flat) if I did not get with the program and be more obedient myself and God wanted me to get the victory blah blah blah. My skin was crawling and I felt WRONG, but I was too burnt out to care. I was drunk and I told him that he reminded me of the psychiatrist in Harold and Maude and that he wasn't helping anyone. A few days later the local family from that apt. went away and the shepherd moved in some heroin addicts that knew the family but couldn't give up their habits. He left me, my three kids and the west german couple C and P (C was pregnant) because of our disobedience and let the addicts take control of the apt. I opened a door to a bedroom and saw the addicts 10 year old girl tying off the arm of her father with a belt so he could shoot up again. It was worse than trainspotting. They took some of my personal stuff and told us we had to leave, which we knew we had to anyway..
We had to find a place to go to, all of us, in the middle of winter, three adults (one pregnant) and three small kids. And we had that one night to find where to go. So I went to bar sing at a local club there and talked to a woman I met there named "Iris" who was there drinking, and I told her about my dilemma. I felt so very desperate. She told me I could come to her place and stay. It was sooooooooo cold outside, and sooooo scary at the flat. She was a long time drunk, but that was not nearly as bad as staying in a shooting gallery. I said that I had three kids too..She paused a second and said, "Well you can bring them too", then I said that I couldn't leave behind the pregnant W. German girl and her boyfriend. Another longer pause.... "Well they can come too" "And we have a cat"... really long pause and then "Well why not, bring them all"...
Looking back I realize that the family abandoned us, but we would not abandon each other, not even the cat.
When I think of that now I feel very sad, very angry. I hate that I did not have a more normal life for my kids and I felt trapped, like God was doing this to us for being disobedient and like, even though i was in the family, I was beginning to really HATE HATE HATE God.