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

inches from mine, spittle flying. “And then you’re going to scrub that whore makeup off your face!”

“Let go of me,” I warned, my voice low and dangerous.

“Are you deaf?” Mark screamed.

Then he shoved me. Not a gentle push or an angry nudge – a full-force, violent shove meant to send a message about exactly where I stood in the hierarchy of this house.continue reading …