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My mother come to mind. When we moved to the suburbs after living in relatively poor neighborhoods (I between 6-10), we visited planned housing developments. They had furnished model homes to show case the various models of homes that they were building (cookie cutter community). No one lived in them... it looked like we walked into a catalog.
Somehow that influenced my mother's expectations. She somehow got it in her head that that was a normal expected lived in home.
So she imitated what she saw and became a bit obsessive about it. I'm fine with that. What I am not fine with was when she expected everyone else in the house to live in a "catalog home". When it didn't live up to those expectations, she would project out her frustrations.
One of my childhood memories was being grounded because I used soap in the guest bathroom. Apparently, it was soap that was intended for "decoration purposes" to impress guests. The kicker is we rarely had guests over.
It was a fairly large home. Three bathrooms but I learned quickly not to use the guest one. Two living rooms but I learned really quickly not to bring toys into the one mother used for entertaining. We had two dining areas but I to learned not to bring toys/play/eat in the larger of the two Literally half of the house was off limits.
Not to mention my room... it had to be arranged just right. So the end result, I hesitated to play with many of the toys.
It wasn't practical nor reasonable... it was unnecessary stressful living in that type of environment. Which is why, for me, someone who is obsessive about being clean/orderly is a red flag for me. I still love my parents, but it was among a handful of reasons I moved away at 18. .never to return.
That was typical when I was growing up. Family room for family, living room for guests. Formal dining for guest kitchen table for family.
My room always had to impeccable. Vacuum every day so there were lines on the carpet. Don't use the guest towels, etc.
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Balut was at time a thing on my family's table... Could never stomach that. But dinuguan was something I somehow developed a taste for.
In grade school my mom would pack dinuguan for me for lunch even though she knew I didn't like it. I always gave it away to my Caucasian friends which I told them was "chocolate meat", Lol, which they love. They also ate the papaitan.
I was good friends with my neighbors who were Filipino, I practically made them sign a disclosure when I went to eat at their house.
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I knew somebody whose inlaws wouldn't permit things being put in the wastebasket, because it was a "decorative wastebasket." All trash had to be taken to outside collection bins as generated. There could be no trash in receptacles in the house.
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