They weren't cutting off my balls, they were just severing two little tubes. This isn't 15th century Spain or even 20th century Iraq. The main thing, of course, is that I won't have any more babies. This is a good thing. I love my three boys, but if I have to go through more diaper changing and waking up 18 times a night, I'll drown myself in the San Antonio River after plucking out my eyes.
Women are so naive.
Harry C. Schuhmacher is a writer in San Antonio. Sound Off Send us a Letter to the Editor Related stories Clipping the family jewels Becoming a mother turned me into a child, but my husband's vasectomy made a woman out of me. My lifelong fling with a mythical, hairy primate has stomped on my dating prospects.