Marriage. Condoms. Animal fats. The skinny on it all.

When I started dating again after my divorce, I went to buy condoms. It was horrifying. I felt like an embarrassed teenage boy. But I was actually a 40 year old woman. And still embarrassed by the purchase of an item that should be no different than buying a bottle of sunscreen.

At the time, I hadn’t bought condoms in…..jeez…I don’t know how long. Maybe …