I’ve explained to my own brother, a recovering addict, that if he breaks into my home in the middle of the night, he should count on being carted out on a stretcher.
I don’t care if the person breaking in is my own mother, if you’re in my home without my permission and breaking in to do so, you’re going to be dispatched quickly.
Even with a key, I was always afraid to enter my dad’s home at night. If I had to I would yell loudly that it was me, and even then I half expected to die.