Addendum to that last post: When G first decided it was time for Operation Nutsoff (after we were both sure that we didn’t want any more kids) I told him he didn’t need to go to such extremes and it was no big deal. Even though various b.c. methods have caused me some problems along the way, like having my period for months at a time. (Shh… Do you hear that? It’s my FIL running away screaming right now.) In my mind though, I was still on a long path to finding The One and I would continue until I found it, Goddammit.

During this conversation, G looked into my eyes and said, “You’ve been dealing with this long enough. I think it’s my turn.”

*swoon* Vasectomy romance.

And then I thought, Hmmm… I never thought about it that way. I always just accepted it as something I had to do. After this moment of clarity I said, “Fuck, yeah it is!” And then I slapped him and ran out of the room.

(I kid. I didn’t slap him.)

My point is: I didn’t ask him to do this. But the above is a good angle, if you need it. Because solidly-argued guilt and nagging is the foundation of any relationship.