Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

listening to Patricia breathe angrily on the other end of the phone, I realized that whatever part of me had loved them enough to secretly buy their house had finally burned out completely.

“The house is still yours?” Patricia asked.

“Yes.”

“And their lease?”

“Expires one week after the wedding,” I said.

I heard what might have been a dark chuckle. “Poetic continue reading …