Broke... Again

So a week or so ago, my husband and I had a little fun which resulted in a broken condom. Great. Whatever. We will wait and see what happens.

He was scared to do anything again, afraid another would break. Well, we finally did it again last night and...

THE DAMN THING BROKE AGAIN.

I will be living in fear for the next week and a half.

Probably never getting any again.

Okay. Bye. 😂

(Please don’t suggest Plan B, due to PTSD it’s hard for me to even hear the name)