This chapter made me think about rings and how my spouse had huge insecurities of us being engaged and then being married. They had a paranoia that I would leave since they felt they weren't good enough. I could help calm them down at the moment, but later on, the fear would pop up again. When we were engaged, I would point at the engagement ring on their ringer with a smile and that would calm them down. Then we got married and it turned out that my hand rejects all sorts of rings with a weird neuropathy like pain after a day or two. So we got ring tattoos on our ring finger. My only tattoo since I'm fairly straight-laced for my self, but open minded for others. So in the early stages of our marriage when they felt they weren't good enough, I'd hold up my tattoo'd ring finger, point at it, and smile. That calmed them down really fast. So whenever they felt that paranoia again, they would just look at their finger and mine and feel a lot better. We're now in 10.5 years of marriage and going strong.