There once were three beautiful sisters. The youngest Psyche was the most beautiful of all.
The goddess Venus grew jealous that the beautiful Psyche was taking attention off of her and asked her son Cupid to help her get revenge,
She asked Cupid, the god of love, to make Psyche fall in love with the most vile creature. However, when Venus showed him Psyche, he was awestruck by her beauty and did not know if he could carry out her plans.
After no man would marry Psyche, her father spoke to an oracle and received horrible news.
I spoke to an oracle of Apollo and he told me you must marry a winged serpent. I am sorry, my daughter.
However, a great wind picked Psyche up and took her to a gorgeous mansion. She began to hear a voice, one she knew was of her husband, but she could not see him, and he would not reveal himself.
You must not look upon me.
One day Psyche grew too curious and lit a lamp, creeping up towards her husband to see what he looked like. She was surprised to see not a winged serpent, but a lovely, beautiful man.
Love cannot live where there is no trust.
She fell to her knees in shame of her own lack of faith, and her shaky hands dropped oil on him, waking him. He knew her faithlessness and left.
So Psyche went to Venus for help, assuming Cupid, the god her husband had been revealed to be, would be at his mother's house.
You are so plain and ill-favored. You will never get a lover without painful service. I will train you in these ways.