I thought this was done, but I guess it isn't.
The game was Star Wars: Episode III on the DS. I was almost so proud of him for picking out Mario Kart DS, but then he changed his mind and went with the licensed crap. Sucks.
People want to know how old I am. I'm 34, she's 42. We live at home because, in my case, I just got employed and need to unbury myself from some debt I accumulated while I was unemployed, and in her case, because she had a messy divorce, doesn't have a job, now goes to school to try to get skills so she can get a job.
People want to know how crazy she can really be. Well, let's look at last year's 8-month period that she had a feud going with me. A few days prior to the start, she tried to get in a physical confrontation with my father. That didn't work because my mother sided with my father. So she started trying to push my buttons, to get me to say anything, and then one day when I started picking up after my niece (because she and her sister and her mother were about to leave), she got nasty again, and called me a troll. I'd reached my breaking point and called her a whore. She went BATS***, charged up the stairs, bellowed at me, and then slapped me in the face. I punched back. She very nearly called 911, until she realized that she started it, so she called my mother instead. Then she started hollering things at me, then she threw a heavy boot at me (which damaged the wall), then she threw a telephone at me (which hit the back of my head), then she spat in my face, hurled some more insults, and as I walked away, she pushed me from behind.
Yeah. She's that kind of person. Why didn't I call the police? Well, who'd be able to sway the two witnesses (her kids) before they arrived? Who'd be able to tell them I swung at her, and deny vehemently that she slapped me first? You know how the law operates. Plus there's my mother, who wants to ignore all of this. Even if nobody got arrested, I had no job and no prospects and nowhere else to go. I didn't want to get thrown out.
Anyway. She proceeded to make me feel as unwelcome in the house as she could for the next eight months, prohibiting her children from interacting with me. See, that's a usual tactic whenever she has a tantrum, her kids are her pawns. It's hard to point out the other, subtler ways she made me uncomfortable, but they were there.
And it went on for eight months. That's the kind of person she is. There are other, smaller blowups, but do you see now why I want to avoid fights with her? She could probably kill me in cold blood and get away with it.
So that's why I wanted him to keep a secret, because I didn't know if she'd blow up like that over me doing something she didn't have absolute control over. I walk on damn eggshells as it is with her around. So much of what I do has to do with what will keep her from flipping out. Park in the street until I'm sure she's done for the night, don't buy food that needs to be refrigerated because she might want the space, just a lot of little things that make living with her unbearable.
Was there anything else you wanted to know? I don't remember.
EDIT: Oh, right, why he couldn't play games.
Some degree of mental illness seems to run in the family. I've got some crazy pills of my own I have to take, and he's been introduced to a cocktail of stuff over the years. They're trying to modify his behavior, and they're trying a lot of different things.
Remember, I wasn't against him not playing games, I was angry because they didn't do anything to fill the gap that taking them away caused. When he was playing games again, I thought it was ok, except that his mother didn't have a stranglehold on me taking him out.