Twistng the knife

Sometimes I'm capable of creating my own misery. I had an amazing boyfriend until about 7 months ago. The reason we broke up was because I loved him, he didn't love me and he didn't think he ever could. He also told me he didn't think he could love anybody, including his ex wife. Shortly after our breakup we both started going to the gym and he's lost a ton of weight going from a Santa Clause physique to a Claus physique. Sometimes I really hate him especially when he says, "But honey, it's harder for women, especially after thirty."
Valentine's day/night I get a phone call at 1AM. I'm exhausted. I'm expected at work at 7AM, but I recognize his ring tone through the fog of my sleep. He's away visiting his dad. It must be big then. Why would he call me? He is crying about this new woman he's been dating for a while and how he's in love with her, but she has a problem (supposedly not drugs) and "sometimes it's hard to separate the person from the problem". Sometimes I hate staying friends with the ex's after the fact.
Well, at first I was hurt and felt like he'd lied to me. Then I remembered what it was like to love him and well it's a pretty impressive emotion so fuck it. I was actually happy for the poor bastard.
Today out of boredom I decided to browse at some photos of his that he has on line. Under a photo of the two of them being blissfully cute, she posts the comment about how he's handsome. My thought is," Yeah, bitch. I bet you wouldn't like him if he was fat."