I was a really good Christian girl, and I was disintegrating in my marriage. I was doing all the right things as far as I could tell – serving in church, praying daily, reading and memorizing Scripture, reading great books about giving Jesus control over every area of my life, and earnestly endeavoring to apply everything I read. Yet I was continually hitting my head against the same walls in relationships, especially at home. My husband and I were experiencing the same painful cycles repeatedly, replaying the same arguments over and over again until we could each perfectly recite the other’s lines. We knew where the arguments would start, where…