Responsible for mother's mental health, or so she thinks
This is another enmeshment story I have. I'm middle aged now, so this was years ago.
It was junior or senior year of highschool. My friends and I had all recently become licensed drivers, and we finally had freedom to do all we wanted! It was any teen's dream. I always had a reasonable curfew and mostly just had to state when I'd be home so that no one was left worrying. I'd arrive home most weekend nights at a reasonable time like 10 or 11, and this was fine with my parents, as long as I said when I'd be home. I always stayed out of trouble and so did my friends. My parents knew that. My mother has a history of saying something is fine, but then guilting you for it anyway.
One night I came home floating on cloud nine simply by living a normal teenager's life- hanging out with friends without adult supervision. I walked in the door and my mom looked like she was in a catatonic state. She looked like she had just witnessed a horrific crime. I said, "What's wrong???" I was very worried something bad had happened. She said to me in a monotone voice, "Just make sure you spend time with me too."
That was it! Nothing had happened! She was just wallowing in her own misery and hinting that if I only I were around more, she'd be happy. It was the most covertly toxic message I had ever received, and totally confusing. Here I was, a newly licensed driver, hanging out with friends as teenagers do, coming home at reasonable hours, and never going out on weeknights, which I spent at home, and she had no answer for my "what's wrong" question other than hinting I should be spending EVEN MORE time with her. The way she looked, I thought something devastating had just occurred.
This sort of toxic behavior has continued into my 40s, along with many other covert toxic behaviors, and only very recently I started putting up boundaries when I started working with a therapist.