My boy, N just celebrated his 7th birthday. Hard to believe my baby is 7 years old… I can’t seem to get enough hugs and kisses in lately, because I know that it will come to an end all too soon… He’s such a good boy. And he sure does love his Mom I am very blessed.

It wasn’t a big party, like usual… it was my first “single mom” birthday party for him. I didn’t want it to show, I wanted everything to carry on as it always has, but that wasn’t the case. There were a few things that weren’t quite right – not what he/we are used to doing/having at his parties.

But, were survived it. We’re troopers! No thanks to his father, who said we would split the cost 50/50 for decorations, food, and gifts… then bailed out on me a week before N’s birthday. I had to postpone the party another week so I could get another paycheck to cover HIS half that he bailed on. Yeah, I was a little pissed.

But here’s the kicker… he said he would just have cake and ice cream for N at his house, and get him whatever he could afford to get him…. then 3 days before N’s party, he says to me “Why haven’t I gotten an invitaion to N’s birthday party?“

I’m sorry – WHAT?! Did I hear that correctly? Once I was able to compose myself after falling out in a fit of laughter I said, quite calmly… “Because you’re not fucking invited….“– I mean, was I wrong to NOT invite the selfish pig?

What kind of moron bails on a birthday party to have his own lame ass cake with his son, but then wants to swoop in and play a role in a party that *I ALONE* busted MY ass on! My ex-husband, that’s who. See why he’s my ex? Oh, just one of many, many reasons… dirtbag.

Then of course, in true ex-dirtbag fashion, he tried to sabatage the party by delivering N home just 45 minutes before the party was scheduled to start. That’s the closest I think I would have ever come to punching that sorry bastard in the face with everything I have, had he made my son miss his birthday party. I wanted to do it anyway. In a bad, badass kind of way!

Once all of that crappola drama he drags around with his Eeyore self ended, we were able to carry on with the party… it was small. No kids from his class came, which was a little disappointing for him I think, but his bestest friends showed up and that was all that mattered. And his WHOLE family (read: MY side of the family) was there. He was a happy kid, that had a great 7th birthday. He wasn’t even aware of all of his father’s antics, and I like to keep it that way.

He got his long awaited Nintendo DS, and I think he was pleased with it. And overall, aside from all of the chaos that I thought would destroy the whole party, it turned out quite well. N was happy, and really, what else matters?

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