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up yours, jobu

I don't whine too much. I really don't like whining. (I don't like "whinging" [sic] either - how can someone misspell "whining" like that?) So please cut me some slack as I need to just complain a bit.

Warning: may cause blushing or discomfort the next time I see you.

What kind of a world is it where the following sequence of events happens?

- Boy meets and marries Old Girl. Boy and Old Girl have two healthy children. All is well.
- Boy and Old Girl pursue permanent birth control. Boy sacrifices for Old Girl by undergoing vasectomy, which is safer, cheaper, less-invasive and easier from which to recover than tubal ligation.
- Fast forward four years.
- Old Girl completely screws over Boy, dumping him from jail, leaving him with the bills and the two healthy children.
- Boy meets and marries Girl.
- Boy and Girl want to try to have kids someday.
- For all his trying to do the right thing, Boy gets to pay $4,000 to $6,000 for a vasectomy reversal surgery. The reversal surgery yields the VERY slim possibility that Boy could ever get Girl pregnant. (That is, $6,000 might pay for a failed surgery, or for a successful surgery to reconnect non- or low-producing testicles.) Never mind that Boy doesn't remotely have $4-6000 laying around... but it's still cheaper (and possibly less painful, time-consuming, and risky) than other fertility treatments.

And for the final, mocking twist:

- Old Girl is pregnant.

Now, I've been around long enough to know that life isn't fair. I don't have any delusions of life owing me something, or of me being entitled to wealth and happiness. But this is just rank. There's no answer to how cruel people and situations can be, except the ol' standby, "But God is good." Yeah, that helps. That moral platitude really helps pay the mortgage and taxes. It really helps explain why I'm abused and saddled with bills and responsibilities for doing what's right. It's a great assistance in explaining to my beautiful bride that she gets to pay for my stupid decisions (aka, getting a vasectomy in the first place at 24 years old - what the HELL was I thinking?!).

I feel like I might never stop paying for the "sins [or mistakes] of my youth". So you know what? Screw you, life. You've never done anything for me - don't expect a Christmas card.

Posted by pcg at June 15, 2006 12:40 PM