The Sun Will Rise

The sun will rise tomorrow. I'm pretty sure. But these days that is about all I trust.
I never was a completely trusting child. One of my earliest memories is my Father chasing my Mother into a bathroom. She locked herself in and I remember him pounding on the door and yelling. I was in a high chair in the kitchen beside that bathroom.

Maybe this is why I've always felt outside of myself watching my life as I live it. Because to fully inhabit this life requires a level of trust I've never achieved. Despite the rocky start, there have been some things I've been able to trust. I trusted my husband to be and act honorably with no intent to harm me or our marriage.
I trusted that I would be a good Mom because I wanted to be more than anything.
I trusted that as long as I wanted to read, authors would write.
So two out of three ain't bad right?

Lately I find myself with viewpoints so disparate from another's that I catch myself wondering if there is some clue I've missed that is preventing me from adopting their viewpoint.
As best I can figure, there is no clue I've missed. There is only two people standing on opposite edges of a deep chasm with no way to bridge the gap.
I'm not planning a zip line crossing so I must find a way to trust myself in this situation. Why? Because, though I wish otherwise, it's for my own good.
Because I'm no longer that youngster, trapped in her high chair, as the two people who were her world began the dissolution of it.

I realize that not trusting is damaging me. But I don't know how to fix it.
Taking this step to advocate for my own good, however, might at least, be a start.