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

to cherish me, to stand by me through better and worse. He looked at his mother, then at me. The choice was instantaneous. It was always instantaneous.

“Mom’s got a point, El,” Mark mumbled, reaching across the table to refill Agnes’s glass. “You do look… rough. Maybe go upstairs and clean up? Put on something nice? You’re kind of embarrassing me here.continue reading …