Mothers You Need TO Be There

I was having breakfast with my Mother yesterday . She was clueless as usual when it came to understanding what makes some people tick.
We started talking about a mutual friend of ours & her young adult daughter who is in her 20's. The daughter is wild, drinks, etc.
My Mother who is elderly was saying to me "well I keep giving her the pamphlets of the Daily Word".
For those of you who don't know the Daily Word is a mini Christian booklet with daily devotionals. It's been around forever. Probably since everyone's grandparents were alive.
I said to my Mom that Ann ( not her real name ) will simply not relate to The Daily Word, I said to my Mother you need to relate to Ann on Ann's level she is younger living in a fast paced 21st Century world.
My Mother simply didn't want to hear it. This is why I don't like dealing with my Mother she is just too one dimensional when it comes to some things.
I'm going to say that I like the bible, and I pray want to know why? Because I haven't got anything else. That's why.
But for a young person like Ann whose Mother didn't spend much time with her AND Ann's own Father didn't spend the time nor did he even give her one iota of love I mean I could tell by simply looking at a photo displayed on a night stand near Ann's bed one day while I was house sitting for her Mother.
In that picture were Ann & her Father. One problem?
The two in the picture Ann & her biological Father were leaning INTO each other from their respective chairs that they were sitting in. Kind of odd. There was no obvious sign of affection like having their arms around each other. Saw the handwriting on the wall by looking at that photo.
And everyone here is something else that I need to share.
I was in between apartments in 2016 and I was staying with Ann's Mother at her house at this time it had been a couple of months.
My friend was hosting a bachelorette party at her home for a friend of her cousins.
SO I braced myself for rowdy behavior I chose to stay in the bedroom to watch TV.
The party was getting off to a good start all the usual of a womens party when the drink is flowing you know all the howling or whatever .
Then all of a sudden SILENCE!
I was in the My friends bedroom and I noticed something very wrong something wasn't right.
So strange that I had a horrible feeling run through my body.
Same feeling I used to get before getting a beating when I was a child.
I slowly opened the door.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
I slowly walked down the hallway of my friends house to find no one smiling & every one looking all kinds of miserable.
Then all hell broke lose.
In the bedroom were Ann slept she was tearing up all her ****.
Breaking glass , and I mean every single window of her bedroom
Furniture being over turned (sound like some sort of hurricane or tornado)
Then in the midst of all this she tried to open her door and while she did all this she had what I can only describe as this demonic sounding voice come out of her ( I know sounds crazy but to me that's what it sounded like)
It took four or five of us women to HOLD that door in place.
Ann weighs in at about 135 pounds, to this day I don't know where she got the strength. She had the strength of Superman it was that much.
I think the whole ordeal lasted 45 minutes but to me it may have been an eternity & oh my God it was the longest & hardest amount of work I've ever put in .
During all this time a neighbor came from across the street with A GUN! I'm so glad that my friends sister intercepted him from outside. He was concerned & I'm sure scared as hell.
After the ordeal this is what happened Ann collapsed onto the floor (heard a heap thump) Ann howled & cried in a type of pain that I've never heard of before.
All I could make out was :
No time spent with me
Where was my Dad
Left all alone
The rest was inaudible more howling in pain.
And the next morning she didn't remember a thing.
Don't care if you get mad at me, but if you can't handle drinking please don't drink that stuff makes some people crazy.
And that's what I remember on this Mothers day.
I did spend Mothers day with my Mom but I had to spend it with her on Saturday the day before because I'm out in a place without any Sunday Bus service.

(((Calamity))), I am sorry you had to witness all that dysfunctional behavior. People can behave badly when they drink alcohol, some can get mean and angry when they drink.

Unfortunately, a lot of people have children and literally know nothing about child development and how to raise a healthy child. Often bad parenting gets handed down from one generation to the next too so when it comes to showing love and problem solving with children a lot of parents are clueless.

Yes, all of Ann's hurt and pain, rage, was coming out as the drink lowered her inhibitions. Not uncommon, unfortunately. Poor thing.