A week in the 60's

So this week I went to the husband-man's hometown and visited with all of his old friends, as well as his sister. He is from santa Cruz, CA. This is the most beautiful town you will ever see. Everyone there is so friendly, and hippieish. I mean to the point that one of his friends gave me tye dyes socks and a onsie for the Button. It is god damn cold up there though. Life up there was great, we had a wonderful time with the sister and his friends. It all went very well until the car died. Flat ass broke down and would not start again. It is actually still there. Husband-man freaked out. His sister and I told him what happened and he started yelling at her and me and got out of the car. She drove away and Iwas still with her talking her into going back. When we got back of course the first thing I heard was how I abandoned him. We talked calmly and quietly for a while and got everything back on track. Love finds a way every time. Today is his birthday, here I am at work and he is still on a bus coming home since the baby and I took a plane. He should be home in a couple of hours. I missed him so much when he was gone. I cried myself to sleep both nights and I couldn't get the picture out of my mind of him standing on his sister'd driveway waving and blowing me kisses as the sis took the Button and me to the airport.
The child support issue is becoming more and more of a headache every day. We paid our taxes and they said, 1/2 will go to the ex and the other 1/2 will go to you. Then we got a letter stating that all was going to the ex...then we got a letter stating that it was all coming back to us.....now we have info that the check thatthey sent us is for my 1/2 only and the other 1/2 is going to the ex, but it is being held for 6 months. Gods only know why. Either way at least she isn't being a bitch about it. Ever since I apologized to her for "stealing her man" she has at least been holding her tongue about all the bad shit. Thank the gods for that. For 2 years Ihave dealt pleasantly with her happily talking shit about me, including death threats, but I am the one whe "needed" to apologize. Never mind the letter calling me a "ugly, disgusting, manipulative, bad toothed, trailer trash whore who stole her man" Never mind the blog that called me everything from a spineless twit to a giant whore. Nope I needed to apologize for falling in love. And I did :) So finally she doesn't hang up every time I answer the phone and finally she talks to him regularly without freaking out if she hears my voice in the background. Life is good.