When I was first married, I knew that Jesus loved me, but I also wanted my new wife to be absolutely, forever smitten with me. I needed love from her. I could finally handle small amounts of rejection from other people, but I felt paralyzed if I didn’t have the love I needed from her. I needed unconditional love. If she didn’t think I was a great husband, I would be crushed (and, as you might guess, a little angry).
