very sad to read all the things on this thread.
My mum was not as bad as the meanest ones on here, not by a long shot - but I also felt that I had missed out on having a mum who cared and shared with me. She was another "what happened to the other 5%?" if I got 95% for anything.
When I first moved away from home, I used to go back most weekends - whenever I came through the door, her first words would be
"what on earth are you wearing?" (nothing funny, usually a pair of jeans and a t-shirt of some kind)
"your hair's a mess, isn't it"
"God your face is spotty"
I never got a "lovely to see you darling, how was the drive?"
I never even got a hint that she was happy to see me, tbh.
She would ask "do you want a cup of tea?" and if I said yes, she'd then say "make me one while you're at it then".
When I went away on holiday, she would never ask how the holiday was or show the slightest interest in it.
She was a deeply insecure, low self-esteem and frustrated individual who had several massive chips on her shoulders, some caused by her own father's chauvinism, some by her mother's discontent (she had a LOT to be discontented about), most of which had worn off by the time I knew my nan. But I have been through a couple of types of therapy to work out my problems (and hers) - otherwise I would still also be a deeply insecure, low self-esteem person as a result of her upbringing.
I am doing my best to be completely different with my DS but with the best will in the world, I still occasionally hear my mother's voice coming out of my mouth - and am utterly ashamed of myself.