Happy Birthday Fat Bastid

Well today is my ex-husband's birthday.  As most people may recall, I don't call him by his government name or his nickname from college.  I call him Fat Bastard, named after Austin Powers' nemesis.  I can give a whole book of reasons, but I am not going there today.  

Today marks a day where I actually feel 'slightly' sorry for the poor bastard.  He never lived up to any expectation that he set for himself.  He was too busy on how to circumvent the system to make himself look bigger and better than what he really was.  He wanted to go into the Air Force but couldn't get his weight down.  He wanted to become a lawyer so that "he can become a better crook". He tried to bribe me not once, but twice to be him and take the LSAT (Lawyers SAT).  When I refused, he accused me of not backing him up.  When I tried to go back to get a certification at the local college, he called me everything but a child of God.  He painted this picture of me as a red-haired harlot that slept with half of the Triangle (Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill, NC).  While I may be red-haired, he seeded the Triangle and the Triad.

Some of his friends are on my Facebook page.  I think his brothers are on my 'clean' page.  They might run tell that, they may not.  At this point I don't care.  Want to know something funny? I actually chuckle at the fact that he has my nickname tattooed on his arm, although he will NEVER admit to it.