Huge Emotional Disruption by "He Became Yakuza" Story

Today, her story was "He (my elder brother) became a yakuza. Last Monday, he brought some food he had cooked for me with his whole back tattooed." And she insisted it was not her imagination because "I did see it." My side of the story based on my recollection: At first she said, "He came with no shirt at all." When I pressed, she changed it to "He came in a white open collar shirt, unbuttoned. Wind blew the shirt off to reveal his back." He passed the food to the welfare worker who was at her place and left there quickly without a word to her. Did the welfare worker see the tattoo? "No, because he (or she?) was facing him." "We used to sit down and have dinner together, but these days he doesn't say even a word to me. This time, he hesitated to talk because if he had, he would have been asked about his tattoo." Does a yakuza cook any food for his mother? "He is still concerned of me." Worried, she contacted an office of the local government and even the local police. The police told her that they could not look into the matter (what matter in the first place?) when there was no allegation of law breaking on my brother's part. (It is possible she was throwing this part into the story from another episode.) Why do you think he has anything to do with any yakuza organization? "Some time ago, he was saying he was going out for drink every night. There is a drinking place near his apartment. As he is not really working, he should not be able to pay his bills. A yakuza group then started threatening him and tattooed him (against his will). It is totally unthinkable he would willingly tattoo himself." How can you be so sure he is still going out for drink every night? "Because he said he was going every night..." Some people do have tattoos because they wanted to. "I don't know about foreign countries, but it doesn't happen in Japanese society. Here, only criminals do." While we were talking, I checked the web to see where he lived. I found she was referring to the wrong area. When I tried to correct her, she insisted that she was right and she knew the area he lived in. "Terrible things such as this (yakuza and tattoo) happen because he is not working properly." How can you say so when you don't know anything about the way he works and the nature of his work? "He abandoned his piano, which HIS FATHER GOT AFTER MUCH EFFORT (surprisingly positive remark about my father)." Why do you think he need his piano for his composition? "... He is only making final copies for and arranging others' works." "He is not composing his own." How do you know? "I know because he told me so some time ago. The mistake is he is not working properly." "His woman (of whom mother has no clear idea at all, and I know no better than she) is contacting people." Who is she contacting? "..." (In our last conversation (about a month ago?), she mentioned that she was connection with "such people and he was being threatened by them." I ended the conversation by saying that "You story is so incoherent that I don't understand what you were saying.") "Why do I have to worry like this at this old age. I got you two (my brother and me) enough education. I brought up you two to lead a decent life." "I didn't force either of you to choose any particular kind of life." "And you wanted to go abroad, didn't you?" You don't understand a bit of my life here. And I didn't get any assistance from you for my going overseas. I must wonder what kind of decent childhood you gave me? "I PROTECTED YOU FROM YOUR FATHER (her familiar refrain)." Though familiar, this saying of hers almost exploded me. You really love to stress how much you suffered, but do you know I too suffered so much growing up in such a family? You even pushed me to visit father (because you didn't like to do so yourself)."I also suffered when I was young. Every child does. Then children can grow into adulthood. You don't understand what I have done FOR you. I never expected you to talk to me in such a harsh way (to disregard my effort and suffering)." Unspeakably unbearable, after about an hour and a half, I selected "End active call" of my mobile phone. Sorry, mother, but you are, and have been and most likely will be, impossible. My emotion is disrupted in a huge way. The only way to calm down even only a little is bang the keyboard. Isabel: "... A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life." (6, Chapter IV, The Razor's Edge)