When my partner called me that Tuesday, I knew something was up. He was almost breathless on the phone and had this urgency in his voice that told me he needed to talk. “I’m getting a vasectomy,” he said plainly. I paused, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. “Okay,” I answered, almost just as …
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