“I started to resent you. How much I needed you. How much I wanted you. While you could just pull further and further from me. And then … and then, Jesus Christ, Ellis. Three years, and then three days after my surgery, you tell me you’re done?! You’re getting a vasectomy. I felt like you’d backhanded me. It was your choice. Just like what we decided to do when I got pregnant with Sam was mine. But right then and there, it was clear to me that you’d never wanted to in the first place.”
