Neither of my parents cared about me. If they DID, they had a very strange way of showing it. BOTH were dismissive. BOTH were controlling. My mother played mind games. She would say one thing one day and a totally different thing another day. She would diminish what I would tell her and say she "couldn't quite believe that". She did not finish college. She and my father FORCED me to go . She battled weight all her life and was constantly on me about mine. She was lazy, but she would call other people out on it if they were lying around. When I think about them, it is a wonder I am as sane as I am... I feel your pain.