Speak No Evil

 I worked with a woman in a small confined space. We got along quite well.

We were working in the cash office of a department store. We handed out cash drawers to incoming cashiers. We were in charge of all cash needs during our shift. We also balanced the cash drawers of cashiers who went home to see how much money the company made. And the safe with all the money was there.

Because of the large amount of cash the doors to the office were locked. We could get out if necessary but no one could enter. 

We only had each other to talk to. As people do in situations like that we discussed almost everything. Things happening in our lives was a common subject.

I was divorced. My ex-husband was often included in the conversation in connection to my children. We have 4 wonderful children together.

One night my co-worker looked puzzled. She wondered why I never had bad things to say about my husband.

I did have to think about it for a moment because it was not a conscious thing. He is the father of my children. Half of them is their father. I love all of each of them so I love the half that is their father.

Also I chose to marry him. I would feel pretty stupid having married someone I complained about.

Even though we were no longer married he was still the man I had loved and thought enough of to have children with. 

Besides we were no longer married. His new wife could deal with the flaws she saw.