Someone once challenged me that most of the time, our love is conditional. He gave me an analogy. If your husband ACCIDENTALLY locks you and your dog in the closet and comes back in an hour and unlocks the closet, which one of you will be happy to see him? One of us will wag his tail and lick him and the other will bite his head off (metaphorically). I admitted that I would be the one biting his head off for being so negligent. But that doesn't mean I don't love him. However, if he continues to lock me and the dog in the closet every week for longer time periods, will I still love him? The dog will continue to lick him and be happy to see him. But I certainly will not stick around and I don't think I would still feel the same way about him. So was my love for him unconditional? Or was it based on mutual respect and being treated with dignity? Should we coach people to expect unconditional love?