Divorced. Now what?

Wishing You an Unhappy Birthday

Is it progress that I can wish the ex salutations on his birthday? I don’t really mean it, and truly, it’s an afterthought. He should be glad I am wishing him anything at all, since he’s the worst, and if it wasn’t for the children we share, I wouldn’t have to think of him at all, right?

I secretly hope that he spent his birthday in a drunken stupor and that he was hating himself the whole time, reminded of just how much of a douchebag he truly is.


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Writing about the random ass shit going on in my life since 2007. I pull no punches and use salty language. Read at your own risk.

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