I don’t like to be fed.
Do you remember that funny little part of your wedding reception when you cut the wedding cake & fed each other a bite? And the not-so-funny stories of couples that smeared frosting across each other’s faces?
So I coached Kevin before the wedding:
“Don’t you dare smear that on my face, okay? It will not be funny. I’m not even remotely kidding.”
And even then, I held his wrist as he offered his small square of sweetness to my lips.
I didn’t trust him.
I struggle a wee bit with trust.
Okay, maybe more than a wee bit - maybe a whole heckuva lot.
I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, history has taught me to be wary, to question the finances, to double-check the medical chart…
The man I married is so trusting, so expecting-the-best of everyone, it’s absolutely disarming. His natural trust and optimism is one of the first things that charmed me. And yet, in an unusual character-combo, he’s also a visionary leader, forging new paths, regardless of general opinion, pushing ahead to do what he thinks is best. Add to that his natural sense of trust, and he expects others to trust him also, without question, believing the best of his intentions just as he optimistically believes of others.
Can you see the storm brewing???
............ read the rest of the story over here ..........
where I'm guest posting for Laura Parker ! 
Oh, and please, pretty-please,
would ya' leave a comment on her blog,
about my post? So my little story can
garner as many replies as her usual
rock-star posts??? Thanks!
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So, got any trust issues in your marriage??
Um, yeah - it's a work in progress here too...
