My entire childhood was spent in fear of being moved out of my bedroom and into the box room. I was a messy child and it was a regular threat from my mum when she got to the end of her tether with me. Childhood bedrooms are sacred and that boy in particular, who we are to believe has never known a moments domestic stability, deserves a proper one with privacy and boy stuff galore.
You've just reminded me I was repeatedly threatened with the same.
This did happen to me as a teenager, and my bedroom was turned into a "guest room" that sat empty, don't remember it ever being used as my parents didn't really have any friends.
I moved out at 18, and went no contact (for several reasons) a few years later. Better off for it too.
The way she treats SB makes me so angry, hearing about the genuine love so many of you have on here for your children is a good antidote thankfully, but I hate thinking about how she treats SB. You can tell she never thinks about him as a person with his own needs, wants or feelings.
The dinosaur snores, half eaten biscuit and his prison cell bedroom were my aneurysms. That poor little boy, I just hope he's surrounded by a loving dad, grandparents and he has lots of friends.
ETA this thread is 80% full within 8 hours, is this a new record??