I figure this isn't something unique to or directly related to Cluster B dysfunctions, but maybe sometimes, for some people, in some ways, it might be. Not sure, let me know if you can relate, if you feel inclined.
Something I started to notice about myself not that long ago is that I'm pretty much never on the lookout for emotional sorts of things that people might offer me. I guess I just don't expect it, and also don't perceive much value on it, when it comes to like a base approach sort of thing.
I never received emotional nurturing and support growing up, and actually I experienced a lot of mental and emotional abuse. However my physical needs were pretty much always met. Well, minus safety, since sometimes my father would get violent or sexually abusive and nobody cared.
But like I always received gifts on the holidays, and it was usually what I wanted, within affordable reason. When my mother started her extreme flip-flopping with me in my mid-teens, as far as how I would be switched between roles of golden and scapegoat seemingly at random and on a regular basis, but really often depending on whether or not she was pleased with my brother at any given time, whenever I was briefly in the "golden" role, she would buy me things. Random things, but often nice things.
All these years later, and there is still the same sort of dynamic. My family is severely dysfunctional, and my mother still engages in all of the usual stuff.. invalidation, gaslighting, silent treatments, etc. I'm still expected to be completely emotionally suppressed and selfless, or else. But then my mother will do random things out of the blue, like buy me a pricy bundle of lavender oil products because she knows I like aromatherapy.
I guess it's like the way things work in this family, is that people can treat you like garbage emotionally and mentally, including smear campaigns and the whole nine yards, but then they will buy you something, and that's supposed to smooth things over.
And I just noticed not long ago that at some point I must have stopped caring, at least consciously, very much if at all about emotional things. Instead I focus very much on material things. I don't think I would want genuine emotional bonding with my mother at this point even if she offered, but I do want her to buy me a car, so I can get a job and gtfo of here. She will want to spend a day with me 'bonding' and I have no interest, it's a drag that I endure just to keep her from being bitchy. I feel that if she really cared about me and wanted to help me gain my independence, she would get me a damned car. She is very wealthy so it's not like it would break her bank in the least.
But then this also seems to bleed over into other interactions a bit. Like for example I have 0 work ethic, and I mean 0, seriously. I only care about, "What do I get out of this?" and don't feel any loyalty or respect to companies or superiors, ever. If I don't get something from going the extra mile, then I don't go the extra mile. When I am ready to leave a job, I just quit without notice, no ###$ given.
And I don't make friends anymore, it has been years. I see no value or purpose in it. I only interact with people if we are essentially exchanging goods/services. Like, "Here is $20 for gas, thanks for the weed," and then I am done.