We all have that “life changing” moment at a point in our lives that shaped our character. How you handled or experienced that moment is how your character comes to be defined as good or bad. I believe my character came out for the better. What formed who I am today began roughly two years ago- my parent’s divorce. It wasn’t solely based on the divorce itself, but what caused it. Mackenzi, my biological mother, was the cause.
My family was never a conventional one. Arguments within our family were never the standard “family bickering”. Whenever one of my siblings wasn’t listening to Mackenzi’s demands, she would go into an uncontrollable rage of anger. With me being the oldest, I felt it was my responsibility to protect them from her harm, …show more content…
She was not only verbally abusive to him and everyone else in the family, but she abused the kids in almost every other way you can imagine. For example, Chandler was instructed to go to time out and, being his defiant self, he didn’t obey. Such behavior calls for repercussions, but not what he ended up receiving. Mackenzi turned and gave him a look that could’ve stopped a bull in mid-sprint. She picked him up by his shoulders and slammed him into an oak chair in the corner. By now there has been lots of yelling and screaming. Chandler didn’t want to stay there so he attempted to stand and get away. Mackenzi, being 5’10” and 210 lbs, Chandler had no chance of escaping. She repeated her previous actions of picking him up by his shoulders and bringing his rear end down on that hard wooden chair but this time, she made sure he wouldn’t leave by sitting on his stomach and screaming in his face. Chandler is severely claustrophobic and a serious asthmatic. When situations happen like this, he gets worked up and he can’t breathe. Mackenzi showed no sign that she knew Chandler wasn’t breathing. Not many were out there to see it, but when I came out to find out my brother was unconscious, I had Mackenzi off the chair in a heartbeat. A young man should never have to do what I did to save my siblings. I never hurt my mom, but I should never have to save my siblings from my …show more content…
All my siblings have been victims of her outbursts and even my dad has been the target of aggression. Such occurrences resulted in someone flying through a car window, being lifted through the air and into a door, being dragged up stairs by their hair without the ability to gain footing, etc. Not one situation passed without my intervention and without it, it would’ve escalated to devastating measures. My interventions consisted of questioning. For example, “Why did you do that??” or “Was that the best option?”. Majority of the time she never gave the correct answer, but I was pretty sure she knew
My family was never a conventional one. Arguments within our family were never the standard “family bickering”. Whenever one of my siblings wasn’t listening to Mackenzi’s demands, she would go into an uncontrollable rage of anger. With me being the oldest, I felt it was my responsibility to protect them from her harm, …show more content…
She was not only verbally abusive to him and everyone else in the family, but she abused the kids in almost every other way you can imagine. For example, Chandler was instructed to go to time out and, being his defiant self, he didn’t obey. Such behavior calls for repercussions, but not what he ended up receiving. Mackenzi turned and gave him a look that could’ve stopped a bull in mid-sprint. She picked him up by his shoulders and slammed him into an oak chair in the corner. By now there has been lots of yelling and screaming. Chandler didn’t want to stay there so he attempted to stand and get away. Mackenzi, being 5’10” and 210 lbs, Chandler had no chance of escaping. She repeated her previous actions of picking him up by his shoulders and bringing his rear end down on that hard wooden chair but this time, she made sure he wouldn’t leave by sitting on his stomach and screaming in his face. Chandler is severely claustrophobic and a serious asthmatic. When situations happen like this, he gets worked up and he can’t breathe. Mackenzi showed no sign that she knew Chandler wasn’t breathing. Not many were out there to see it, but when I came out to find out my brother was unconscious, I had Mackenzi off the chair in a heartbeat. A young man should never have to do what I did to save my siblings. I never hurt my mom, but I should never have to save my siblings from my …show more content…
All my siblings have been victims of her outbursts and even my dad has been the target of aggression. Such occurrences resulted in someone flying through a car window, being lifted through the air and into a door, being dragged up stairs by their hair without the ability to gain footing, etc. Not one situation passed without my intervention and without it, it would’ve escalated to devastating measures. My interventions consisted of questioning. For example, “Why did you do that??” or “Was that the best option?”. Majority of the time she never gave the correct answer, but I was pretty sure she knew