Growing up anytime my birthgiver had her friends over she would treat them like royalty and try to keep us away and bring out the best food and drinks for them that we were never allowed to touch.
When I had friends over I was expected to treat them the same way to the best of my child abilities, my birth giver didn’t really like any of my friends and she kind of scared most of them so I didn’t really have many people over ever.
But this led to me it kind of acting like a dick when I visited other people’s houses because I expected to be treated the way WE treated OUR guests. It led to some unfortunate scenarios during a time when I was trying to mimic my birth giver because I had no idea how to act in public and didn’t understand that the way she acted at home and the way she acted outside were completely different things.
Anyone else have weird guest rules?
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My mother and scary stepfather were monsters to me. They treated other kids or relatives who visited like royalty. My mother particularly liked to band together with my same-age cousins to bully me and triangulate against me. My cousins loved this. It was disgusting. I don’t talk to those cousins anymore and I was NC with my mother for a decade before she died. No regrets.
We weren’t allowed any guests until I was 10 due to the state of our home. Then, after that we moved. Then occasionally we had guests but she always said or did something rude and so people would leave early or just not come back. It was hard never being able to bring friends over. I had one friend who did come over, but she was also from a messed up home. She hated my friend, though, and tried very hard to ruin our friendship.