The flickering glow of the Christmas lights cast a warm and festive ambiance over the gathering, as you and your husband mingled with family and friends, your laughter and conversation filling the air with joy and camaraderie. It was supposed to be a night of celebration, a time to come together and revel in the spirit of the season.

But as the evening wore on, the festive cheer began to fade, replaced by tension and unease. your mother, who had indulged in one too many glasses of eggnog, was starting to act erratically, her words slurring as she stumbled through the room.

At first, you tried to ignore your mother's behaviour, hoping that she would eventually sober up and return to her usual self. But as the night progressed, your mother's antics became increasingly erratic, culminating in a shocking display that left you reeling with disbelief.

With a drunken laugh, your mother stumbled over to where your husband Joshua stood, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she reached out to touch his arm. your heart clenched with a sickening sense of dread as you watched the scene unfold before your eyes, your mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.

And then, in a moment of horror, your mother leaned in close, her lips puckered in a drunken attempt at a kiss. Before you could react, your husband swiftly stepped back, blocking your mother's advances with a firm hand and a look of shock and disbelief.

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension as everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene before them. You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks burning with shame as you struggled to find the words to explain your mother's behaviour.

But your husband's response was swift and decisive, his eyes flashing with determination as he gently but firmly guided you away from your mother's reach, his arm wrapped protectively around you shoulders. "I think it's time we head home," he murmured, his voice soft but resolute.