My best friend growing up lived in weird environment.
They were not allowed in the living room, bar special occasions except to walk through to the dining room. There was no alternative living room, so the kids would be in their bedrooms, mum perched on a stool in the kitchen watching her TV and dad in his shed. Dad's shed was kitted out with leather chairs, a heater, top of the range TV and sky package while the living room had another portable TV. Mum and kids were allowed to stand at the door and talk to him, but not allowed inside but he would entertain in there.
They were pretty well off but dinner for the kids would be egg and chips, when dad was home (RAF) he would be cooked elaborate meals which he demanded mum cooked from scratch, she used to hide any jars she used. The kids often had a handful of coppers for school lunches.
Dad had a 2 seater sports car, obviously not suitable for a family of 4. He would occasionally take mum or one of the kids out, but you would see mum struggling home from the supermarket on foot (about 10 mins walk) with all her bags. There was obviously no family days out or holidays.
The son (they were twins) was treated like a little prince, while the daughter was given scraps of attention and money.
Dad pushed this non academic girl to college where she floundered and dropped out since it was just too much for her.
My friend eventually went missing/ ran away from home aged about 19 and was not heard of for 20 years. Mum was heartbroken, I used to bump into her regularly and she was always desperate to ask all of her daughter's friends if they had heard any news. She was desperate to know if she was a granny, and was eventually able to meet her grandchild when she was about 10.
I saw mum at the bus stop a few weeks ago, she had obviously had a stroke as her mouth was drooped. Still getting the bus, while no doubt her husband still had a car.