@ForRealViperi can relate to that.
My mum was similar, although I think she also has some other issues going on (I think she is probably autistic and I know she has unresolved trauma from her childhood which she will never address).
I see photos of myself up to around age 6. Nice girly clothes, hair neatly done up in a top knot by mum, little white socks.
Photos from around 7+…..outfits cobbled together from bags of hand me downs from neighbours, and stuff taken from my brothers room. Hair was a rats nest of tugs. I never had an appropriate jacket. When I’d go out with friends in the winter their mums would always give me a spare jacket.
Mum is a real snob and I still can’t understand why she wasn’t really embarrassed by this? She just had no interest.
I had a friend when I was around 12 and went through a stage of sleeping over every Saturday night along with a friend of her sisters. One time, when the mum picked me up, I asked where the friends sister was and the mum said “oh she said ‘no, why don’t you come to me this time?’ So they are are her house’”
I was absolutely burning with shame, as I felt it was quite a pointed comment that we really should be taking jt in turns to have my friend stay over. I hadn’t realised until that point. I was so embarrassed.
mum didn’t seem to pick up on it.
I asked her if my friend could stay over next time and she eventually said yes. It was the worst sleepover ever becuase i was just so on edge. My room was a mess, my mum didn’t make nice dinners that we all liked, everyone sitting round the table together, with dessert for after. She just made the usual chicken nuggets and left them on the table and told us they were there.
I just felt so embarrassed the whole time and was very grumpy with my friend.
My mum also just looks totally blindsided when speaking to me. It’s like she just doesn’t know what to say to me. She just kind of monologues about herself, or else it’s just silence.