Echoes.

My amusement over my ex’s vasectomy ranges in the highs today.
It’s not that I think it’s funny period, but the truth is – I remember how excited he was about getting one last time.
Or not excited really – just… ready for it.
He only wanted two children.
Especially with Melissa.
And now he’s added another – a surprise to him, though I doubt to her, and put the vasectomy back into the on switch.
It’s good.
I doubt he’ll stay faithful forever and I’d much rather think of him not passing along his particular traits to the rest of the world.
Abbey was lucky – she had mine to balance them out.
And I’m not even saying that facetiously.

I don’t know why most men shy away from vasectomies.
I realize the mental isn’t all that awesome.
It’s not like women go into an excited frenzy when we hear hysterectomy – though that normally occurs for medical reasons instead of birth control reasons.
And getting tubes tied is much more serious than a vasectomy as far as the event and recovery times go.
You’d think men would love their wives enough not to make them do childbirth AND a tube wrestling match.

In this case I think Ben just wants to have less children.
I applaud that.
I applaud him having a lot less of many things.
Easy breaks in life.
Opportunities that cost the people who love him.
Affairs.
Man tits.

All of those things he could use less of.

I suppose he needs to learn moderation.