In my season of adultery, I selfishly wanted to be known and loved and affirmed in a way that I felt I wasn’t experiencing in my own marriage at the time. It’s not that those dynamics were wholly absent, but still, I wanted more. And rather than reveling in and resting on the fact that I was already fully known, fully loved, and fully affirmed by God—thereby setting me free from needing anything more from anyone else—I went lookin’ for more in all the wrong places.