I wish me and my ex wife could work out our shit and that she would be OK with me jumping the border to be in my sons life again and maybe even in her life again.
I wish me and my ex wife could work out our shit and that she would be OK with me jumping the border to be in my sons life again and maybe even in her life again.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side.
If "if's" and "and's" were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers' hands.
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