Fuck you, Stephanie Dawn Stewart Crager

Today was supposed to have been my fifth anniversary.

I say supposed  to, because the 14-year-old trapped in the 34-year-old's body to whom I was married had other plans.

So, in complete dishonor of her, I revive the Spatula City BBS! tradition of posting my opinion of my ex-wife on the anniversary of our marriage.

I'm also going to start an occasional series entitled "In Steffi's World" (with apologies to Frank J.) which will lampoon the lies she's been spewing about me. I'm not nearly as talented as Frank, but if I can make any of you chuckle from this venture, it will have been worth it.

ESAD, Steffi. (And don't even think  about any libel suits, bitch. These are your  words, posted for all to see, so that you may be exposed as the bratty little bitch I think you are.)