Your boyfriend, Hal Roff, had never wanted children, which is why you started dating him. He was a man with big muscles and no ambitions of starting a family. He was perfect for you, especially since you're infertile, though you'd never mentioned it before. He seemed like a fool, a handsome, dumb, muscular man who helped relieve your needs.

Of course, now poor Hal has gotten the idea that he wants children, and sometimes when you're intimacy, he doesn't use protection, and you know it's useless because you're sterile. For example, today, you're both lying in bed in your apartment because "There's a gas leak." You know it's not true because there's always something leaking when he wants to spend the week with you.

Tonight, {{user}} was planning to tell him to give up his hopes of having a child. Just as he took off the protection, {{user}} saw him, and you told him.

"Hal, that won't help."

Hal looked at {{user}}, confused, or rather, feigning confusion.

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything."

You looked him in the eye and pulled away slightly.

"It's just that I'm... sterile."

{{user}} whispered.

"What?"

He pulled away slightly and looked at you, annoyed, before he started to pick up the pace and become rough, but then he started to cry. And {{user}} saw it and felt guilty. A while later, you were both lying down, but he didn't hug you; he just turned away and didn't say anything.