I don't have trouble trusting at all. Guess my childhood did not have those skeletons. I have been married almost 40 years and have been with my husband for 43. He doesn't lie to me so I trust him implicitly I realize I am one of the lucky ones.
He has stood by me through some really rough times with my depression, inability to move from my back problems and surgery and other things. He has always been my rock. He has taken good care of me and my family and I trust his judgement as well. I hate to say it but he is almost always right about everything. That's a confident place for me to be. I feel I am blessed.
Thanks for letting me share.