I posted a thread in AIBU about my relationship with my mum and it's made me think about things a bit more deeply. I thought I would get some stuff out here and see what people think - hope that's OK.
We are not at all close and I'm not sure who is to blame. I am not an easy person at all - few friends and no one to really confide in. Being with my current partner has made me think a lot as well, as his family are very easygoing, very close and welcoming. By contrast mine are difficult- my mother in particular.
My mother and father split when I was quite young (8) and she was self employed or irregularly employed through my childhood after that. Her main income was taking in lodgers and foreign students. As a consequence I was expected to be out of sight and out of mind (or very sociable, which does not suit my personality). I always had to be quiet, polite, and it was easier for me to just shut myself away. For a significant chunk of time between then, and me moving out at 18, there was an inappropriate atmosphere in the house, people drinking till late, house stinking of smoke in the mornings, etc. Also, I don't want to say domestic violence, but an aggressive and hostile atmosphere between her and her long term boyfriend and tons of screaming matches.
I was never encouraged to have friends over even if I asked in advance (I usually wouldn't ask) and my mother would regularly fixate on things that were "wrong" with me (messy room, bad attitude, too much time online, etc) but not in a normal way. Hard to explain but she would kick off at the slightest provocation and go on a rampage. When I was 10 or 11 she came into my bedroom and ripped down all my posters of animals because I "didn't care about (that breed of animal) enough" and threw a glass at the wall. I had had a bad accident/injury relating to the animal and was not taking an interest as a result. She also tried to kick my bedroom door down once when I had had enough and put my chest of drawers in front of it. I was not very well looked after and had an intervention in primary school where my headteacher pulled me into the office about not wearing uniform. I had been going into school with random items of clothing like joggers etc because I was getting myself ready for school. I also had bad head lice infestations multiple times and also had to hunt round the house for change for lunch once when I was doing this, aged about 13,there was a gay porn magazine open on the kitchen table, along with the usual empty glasses and full ashtrays after her friends had been round :( no idea where that came from.
When I was a teenager she used to record me on a dictaphone if she thought I had a bad attitude and threaten to send it to my head teacher. She kicked off again at: my exam celebration dinner (walked out), my end of school exhibition (picked a fight and drove off without me), and my 17th birthday (invited all her friends round for a party who ate my birthday cake). It sounds petty but I think about all of this a lot and have been resigned to thinking that basically I do not have a mother. More recently she has not been to my home since I moved here several years ago (5 miles away), to be fair she does not ask much of me, but rings me expecting me to go round and have dinner etc, whenever I do there is a horrible atmosphere.
She doesn't want to talk to me at all, I don't think we have had a conversation for about 5 years. If I go there she is "busy" (doesn't work) "tired" or "wants to watch TV". We have nothing to talk about because she takes no interest in anything and will go off on a tangent about pets, or people. I don't know. I have thought I am the problem for so long but actually I think it's her. As per my other thread, there are 2 women a bit older than me (I'm 30) that she had stay with her when I was a kid, and she calls them her other daughters. It really hurts and I'm actually very close to cutting her off completely. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Even looking at this and thinking how horrible it looks, I think I'm being ungrateful and she is right not to treat me like a daughter because I'm horrible. I don't have friends really and it's because I'm unlikeable so why would my mum like me or treat me well?