Same thing happends everynight.

I walk into the door...
Straydog(me): Hey Guys!
Angel: Hey Dad
Perfect:. . . (Silence)
Now Angel is either downstairs playing video games with his friends or upstairs in his bedroom hangin out doing nothing except talking or txting. Perfect is not talking to me because she is mad at me, or because she did not hear me, she is just silent because she will not talk to me under any condition unless she is almost forced too. I walk up into the room where Perfect is. This could be the kitchen where she is making a small sandwich or simple dinner for herself.
Stray: How you feeling? (she has migraines almost everyday so this is a typical question)
Perfect: I am worn-out, and I my head does not feel well.
Stray: What can I help you with? Is there anything I can do for you?
Perfect: no...I can do it.
Perfect then takes a plate with her dinner and a drink and silently walks upstairs to our bedroom where the TV is already blasting.
Perfect gets home from her job at the local High school at 2:30-2:45PM
Angel gets dropped off the bus at 3:30PM unless Perfect drives to pick him up from school. Both of the schools are within a 5 minute drive from our suburban home.
I usually get home between 4-5 in the afternoon.

When I get home the kitchen is typically dirty from the dropping of a teenager boy and his friends that have been hanging out since school. There is also the dirty plates and pots and pans Perfect has used to make her dinner. There is almost never a dinner prepared or even the thought of a meal for me. Perfect may make a dinner for Angel, but this is not typical. Angel will come up with his friends and start rummaging through the cupboards looking for any morsel of food to take back down into the XBox dungeon. I then start to make some kind of dinner for Angel and his buddies. It might be just a pizza with lemonade but I attempt to make something. Perfect says she does not make dinner anymore because no one is ever hungry. I will admit Angel never says he is hungry then 5 minutes later he is rummaging for food. So I always try to stay ahead of that scenario.

After I am home for about 30 minutes or so, I see Angel running upstairs and blast into our bedroom where Perfect is laying down because she is not feeling well. In a short time I see Perfect dragging herself down the hall back down the stairs with car keys in hand, Angel in tow. They are going to pick up a buddy of Angel's or drop one off at home or any myriad of chauffeuring. I step in and drive Angel myself. I tell Perfect I will take care of it, and she lumbers back to the bedroom and shuts the door, The TV is still blaring.

Now Angel has not even thought of asking me to take him anywhere, because this has all been worked out with his mom supposedly before I came home. Actually because Perfect never challenges anything Angel tells her, he just dictates and she does it, or in this case I do it. I have learned through the years if I challenge this in anyway Perfect will step up and drive him all over creation and I never get to be with my son, and I am the bastard because I will not give into every whim Angel has. So now I figure I would rather be with my son driving him around then be the bastard. Don't worry I am still the bastard, just not in this situation.

Now with Perfect secluded in her bedroom bunker I am off driving Angel and his buddies to wherever they want to go. The dust usually settles around 9:00 or 9:30 at night. I am tired of going and coming numerous times and finally I draw a line where Perfect might actually support it. Angel will seclude himself in his bedroom, which is next to ours, where he will then start to call or txt any number of chicks/guys until we force the issue and make him stop at 10 or 10:30.
I typically get up at 4:30-5:00AM and I am not as young as I used to be, so this makes for a short night.
As I have always said, I make the payments, but I do not own the house.