Gud, honey, I have no constructive thoughts but I'm wishing you all the inchoate -ma in the world, and smothering you in punctuation from afar. You're a good bloke. You're trying very hard to make your relationship work. I respect the pants off you, mate, and I wish you well.
Meanwhile, on a more trivial note - conversation upon arriving at school today.
Me: Good morning (first kid in the class, 7 yrs old). How you doin'?
FKITC: Good, thanks.
Me: So did you have a nice holiday? Did you do any cool stuff?
FKITC: I rode my bicycle (mumble mumble) an accident.
Me: Oh dear! You had an accident?
FKITC: Yes. I rode my bicycle into (otherkid).
Me: Was (otherkid) okay?
FKITC (gleefully): No. He hurt his penis.
Me: .....er. Did he have to go to the hospital?
FKITC (disappointed): No.
Me: Well, that's good. Um. Anyway, let's get back to writing poems...