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

“What do you want to do with all this?” he asked.

I looked at the feast. Twelve hours of my life spent trying to buy love with labor. Hundreds of dollars of ingredients purchased with money I’d earned. A monument to my own desperation.

“Trash it,” I said firmly. “All of it. The food, the dishes, the wine. Everything on that table. I don’t want to taste continue reading …