Dear Whiff, thank you for sharing your story. Love never dies... Your husband is a very wise man. I was hurt by a hurting woman. I am still hurt but I try no to hurt others. I love animals & children: I worked with the kids most of my life, in three countries but it so happened that I do not have a child of my own. Then I realised why: I did not want my baby to be hurt by a grandma. If I ever had a child I would not have told my mother, in order to protect the baby. I am blesssed by three nieces on my side & a niece & a nephew on my partner's side. I am an honorary grandma to my niece's baby. And do you know - her dad is an African student of architecture in Russia & her mum is a endocrinologist. I will tell you later about their experiences of navigating a deeply ingrained racism in Russia: among their own family, neighbours, colleagues, passer-byes & the Internet where trolls are abound. They carry on with their daily life with grace & poise, & an occasional cry on my shoulder via Skype. They brave distances: he lives in Astrakhan, she is in Krasnodar with her mum, 514 miles from each other. He visits when he can & they chat daily via Skype with each other. He speaks to his daughter in French, I in English & Ukrainian & her mum in Russian & the 9-month-old baby laughs at & with us. We sing folklore songs & lullabies to the entanced baby girl in all those languages. She was born prematurely in the time of the Plague in a hostile social environment. And inspite of all obstacles, I feel hopeful for them. And yes, we discussed the baby's skin - in an open way, worrying if the trouble with the liver can be spotted at all, due to the dark skin pigment. My niece is aware that the baby needs the sunlight & will tan as a result. Caring for the African hair is also a learning curve for both young parents, so he enrolled on the barber's course & supplements his income by a part-time job, & also teaching his partner during his visits how to wash, comb & apply the special nurturing oils & conditioner to the hair & how to plait it. Life is good!P.S. The baby girl's name is Diana... You just can't make it up sometimes... Life is stunning: it can both stun & make you happy...