Falling in love with inanimate objects is something I do all the time, not in a romantic way, but I love things! They don't have to be valuable, beautiful or useful either. But this isn't about me, It's about some who deliberately (possibly unconsciously) fall in love with the unattainable. They can then justify their disappointment and misery. The casual childbirth slipped in because I had the television on while I was doing this and the program about women who give birth without ever knowing they were pregnant. There may be deeper meanings that will filter up eventually but for the moment that's it!