Growing up with a father who hated himself really made this point clear to me. He was really incapable of loving anyone else. He was incapable of admitting a mistake, incapable of showing love, incapable of forgiveness. So much of his life was wrapped up in a struggle to appear strong, right, in control. He couldn't handle any blow to his ego without exploding.
This whole idea is why I refuse to sing the line in "Amazing Grace" that says, "...saved a wretch like me." I'm not a wretch. A sinner in need of God's forgiveness yes, but a loved child of God who bears the image of God.
Tu Amigo, Pablo
For I am convinced that neither life nor death...neither the present nor the future nor anything in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39