My mother never allowed me to ask much about my stepfather, nor did she allow me to enter their room.
At first, I did not want to call his father, only by the title of uncle, unexpectedly, my mother did not ask for it, I had not seen my stepfather much, naturally it did not matter, there was or not, just the mother benefited.
So when my mother offered not to enter the room at any time, I agreed.
Because I don't think my stepfather is related to me, and since he doesn't like it, I certainly won't force him to treat me the same way as my father.
But today, I saw a scene that made me shiver for many years to come!
At night, when I was lying on the window and looking in, there was only one bed in the huge bedroom, and a simple wardrobe, and there was a big cage against the wall!