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No, not with the little things, like trusting someone else to make the dinner reservations or drive the car pool. But with the big things. Like trusting friends to be around when they say they will, or trusting in the universe to provide.
But most of all, I have a problem in the whole idea of trusting someone to take care of me, when I need help.
I won't go into the reasons why. There are several, and they have left me shaky in many ways. But the why is not important. It's the effect that matters now.
I am about to leap into a free fall. And it will involve trusting someone to be there, to take care of me, until I can get my bearings, and find a new direction. And I am scared. Really scared.
I love the man I am trusting to catch me. My husband is an amazing person, a strong, gentle, loving, caring man.
And yet....it's freefall.