During the holidays we call customary patterns of behavior “tradition”. And like any pattern, once established they are not easily broken. Sometimes we convince ourselves we can start new traditions. Only to realize it wouldn’t be a tradition if it changed.
Mom, stop. Your daughter wakes up alone. Drugged. In an empty motel room. And you don’t call the cops, you don’t ask if she’s okay or what happened. You just have her committed. What kind of mother does that?