My Beloved Wife Wants Me to Get a Vasectomy

Five years into our marriage, I took a pill bottle to the hospital, complaining that the 'Vitamin C' my wife bought tasted unusually bitter.

The doctor examined it, then looked up at me. "This isn't Vitamin C," she said.

"Doctor, could you say that again?"

"I could say it a hundred times, it wouldn't change," the doctor pointed to the bottle. "It's Mifepristone. Too much won't just sterilize you; it's also incredibly harmful to your health."

My throat felt clogged, choked by something unseen. My hand clenched around the bottle, knuckles white.