Just walked in on this scene coming home. DW finished cooking SS15's dinner, walks into his room and says, "Dinner's ready," in such a sweet saccharine and loving tone. (After yelling a bunch of times first for him to come to the table, which as usual, went unheeded - she goes to the door of his bedroom to announce in sweet puppy love tones that dinner is served.)

SS replies, "Can't you let me concentrate!!!" (Translation: "Shut up, I'm playing my video game!")

She meekly returns to the kitchen, passing by me asking if I'd like to join her at the table (instead).

I'm home alone with SS15 today. (I sometimes work from home and DW is at work.) A little exchange between me and SS only helped to highlight the ongoing situation. (I asked him if he wanted some of what I was cooking.) DW said to me before she left for work, "Why don't you take him somewhere?" DW means well and has good intentions, but as an enabler of outrageously bad kid behavior, she is clueless about the true and probably irreversible nature of this situation.

Stepturd's finest hour was a one hour long screaming fit.

I want to write a little more about what I should have seen coming with SS15, when he was only 10. I wrote an earlier post where I mostly vented about his eating habits and the lenient adults who raised him who let him eat junk food. To continue to answer sueu2, who called me out on my complaint about it (and I agree, who cares what he eats?), I want to talk about the things I couldn't have seen coming, or might have only seen coming had I been through this before. And, it's not about the food.