My Husband Had a Vasectomy and Called Me a Liar

lie to give you peace.”

I read it while sitting on the bathroom floor, nauseous, crying, and terrified.

My sister Debbie called me that night. She lived in Scranton and worked double shifts at a nursing home and still somehow had more energy than anyone I knew.

“I saw the post,” she said. “I’m driving down Saturday.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Lauren. Shut up.continue reading …