During My Vasectomy, I Heard the Surgeon Say, “Don’t Let Him See This”—And I Knew Something Was Wrong

“Smart man. I want to meet him this weekend.”

“He’s terrified,” she laughed.

“Tell him I don’t bite. Not much anyway.”

As the sun set over Denver, painting the mountains purple, Mia asked: “Do you have any regrets?”

I thought about it. “I regret the pain you went through. The two months you wouldn’t talk to me. But the rest? No. I protected you. I found continue reading …