My husband finished the book and decided to discuss it with me. It didn't really get us anywhere. I don't know where to begin with how he feels. It's really upsetting what comes out of his mouth. I love his so much, but he can't seem to be supportive of me. I don't think he will be happy until I go back under the rug with my daughter. It sure is lonely and dark. I put her picture of the wall into the closet and took down the charms for now. He informed me that I should have asked before I put her's there. He doesn't understand how I love Izzy just as much as my son's. Am I wrong to love them the same? Do children earn our love? Or do we just give it?