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

nothing. Like they were characters in a book I’d finished reading and put back on the shelf.

Patricia visited me in my new house on a Saturday afternoon six months after I’d moved in.

“Any regrets?” she asked, looking around my small but comfortable living room.

“A few,” I said. “But not about any of the big decisions.”

“What about them? Do you miss them continue reading …