So then he said he didn’t want to go through with the surgery to see if he has any viable sperm because it would be painful and expensive (can you believe it?!) and I’m like, what the fuck is your problem, we’ve been doing this for two years now, I’m sick of waiting, I can’t take it anymore. I mean, if his sperm won’t work, okay fine, we’ll have to figure something else out—but we still need to find out. God, Mandy, I’m just so sick of him and his little tantrums.
(trifecta writing challenge. three sentences. one story.)