I see your take on the need/validation angle. I probably could have said it better, because your of course correct that it IS important to have the validation of your spouse. In general, everyone want to be liked, thought well of, respected, etc..............not only in their marriage, but the entire family and community at large. It's just human nature and certainly isn't come character failing to seek validation and acceptance.
Honestly, I was thinking of and speaking about this subject from the springboard of my first marriage. It was one of those kid-marriages. Too young, should've never been married to begin with. We were around 20 & 21 years old, and the whole mess lasted only a few years. No kids thank God, no property or holdings..........so the split was pretty easy.
But this gal
!!!! EVERYTHING about her happiness, well being, satisfaction, etc............EVERYTHING was contingent upon ME. And she got nastier and nastier about it as time went by. It was ugly. It got to the point that if I didn't walk this way, talk that way, comb my hair the right way, chewed my food a certain way, etc...................If I didn't live my life according to HER dictates, then "I didn't love her" and the fight de jour would break out. Of course, it got to the point that it was just the way I had to live. I was constantly on pins and needles waiting for the next shoe to drop. I made the mistake of falling for it and psycologically found myself living my life doing NOTHING buy trying to make her happy or avoiding the next eruption.
The day I woke up and said "Enough already. This is the best your gonna' get doll. I'm DONE chasing this never-ending rabbit. No more changing or litmus tests or hoops I have to jump through"..............that day was effectively the end of our marriage. We limped on for another year or so, but HER definition of a "marriage" was now gone, and that started the divorce era. That's when I realized that, had I not woke up and made THAT announcement, that this would've went on and on forever. Because it wasn't the "things" about me she wanted me to continually re-arrange, it was the ACTUAL power trip and life she wanted. To always have something over me to ***** about. So, no matter WHAT I did to keep her happy or keep her quite, it would never be enough. She wouldn't be able to sleep at night unless she had something over me that always concluded with "You don't love me" because of whatever the issue was NOW!!
Anyway, sorry for the rant. I came out of it on the other side pretty unscathed. A few scars (literally, in the flesh) here and there, but I was young enough to just move on.