"Tell me why you love me," I said to my husband. He proceeded to spout off countless reasons he loves me. But his answers didn't comfort me. I was looking for one particular answer that he just happened not to mention this time. And the tears came. It actually had nothing to do with my husband. Nothing to do with his answers or his love for me. I was crying because I was feeling insecure. I was feeling not good enough. I was feeling inadequate. I have no doubts about my husband's love for me. I wasn't feeling insecure because of him. Instead, I was (for whatever reason) beginning to Continue Reading