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It all started when I started working in a clothing store in a shopping center in the capital of our province.
She worked in a store in the restaurant area of the same shopping center, and after three days sharing a shift, we agreed to walk together the thirty kilometers that separate our town from our workplace.
In this way, we shared expenses and kept each other company.
It doesn't usually happen with coworkers.
You always have some anecdote about a client or complaints about the position you have outside.
Being from the same town and the same little girl, we were more or less aware of our situations.
She was widowed and I was single.
In the town it was vox populi an affair she had in her day when she was still married.
After our trips back together, she confessed to me that she had done it because she did not have children, and for the needs of a woman whose husband did not give her what she needed, not only sex, but also affection and love.
According to what she told me, she did not divorce because she was still in love with him and wanted to have one last hope to try.
But in the end, the entire town found out.
Both relationships ended, and shortly after, her husband died in a car accident.
Little by little, we gained more confidence and, for example, we scheduled breaks to go together to have a drink during the workday.
And one day when we arrived in town, we stayed at his house for dinner.
Although it was only a few days in a way, for fear of the typical comments that can arise in a town.
But since the hours we came were already advanced and the town was somewhat empty, and even more so during the freezing winter, all this added to the fact that he left his car in the garage in the end, almost one day a week we used to have dinner together at his house.
It all started when I started working in a clothing store in a shopping center in the capital of our province.
She worked in a store in the restaurant area of the same shopping center, and after three days sharing a shift, we agreed to walk together the thirty kilometers that separate our town from our workplace.
In this way, we shared expenses and kept each other company.
It doesn't usually happen with coworkers.
You always have some anecdote about a client or complaints about the position you have outside.
Being from the same town and the same little girl, we were more or less aware of our situations.
She was widowed and I was single.
In the town it was vox populi an affair she had in her day when she was still married.
After our trips back together, she confessed to me that she had done it because she did not have children, and for the needs of a woman whose husband did not give her what she needed, not only sex, but also affection and love.
According to what she told me, she did not divorce because she was still in love with him and wanted to have one last hope to try.
But in the end, the entire town found out.
Both relationships ended, and shortly after, her husband died in a car accident.
Little by little, we gained more confidence and, for example, we scheduled breaks to go together to have a drink during the workday.
And one day when we arrived in town, we stayed at his house for dinner.
Although it was only a few days in a way, for fear of the typical comments that can arise in a town.
But since the hours we came were already advanced and the town was somewhat empty, and even more so during the freezing winter, all this added to the fact that he left his car in the garage in the end, almost one day a week we used to have dinner together at his house.
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