This Husband ‘Forbid’ His Wife From Getting Her Tubes Removed, So She Called the Doctor From the Car

Let me just start by saying that some stories you find on the internet make you want to throw your phone across the room, and friends, this is one of them. We’re diving into a tale of bodily autonomy, marital meltdowns, and the absolute audacity of a man who thinks he has veto power over his wife’s internal organs.

So, let’s set the scene. We have a 28-year-old woman who has been married to her partner for eight years. They have two wonderful kids, and they’ve mutually decided that their family is complete. Perfect, right? Sounds like a healthy, communicative partnership making responsible life decisions together. We love to see it.

For every single one of those eight years, our hero has been the one managing the family planning. Every pill, every shot, every IUD, every single time she had to track her cycle to either get pregnant or avoid it, that responsibility fell squarely on her shoulders. She’s tired. She’s had every form of birth control, and none of them made her feel great. I think anyone with a uterus can feel that exhaustion in their bones.

So, with the “no more kids” decision made, she brings up the next logical step: permanent birth control. She thoughtfully presents two options for them as a team. Option A: he gets a vasectomy. Option B: she gets a salpingectomy, which is the removal of her fallopian tubes. A simple, adult conversation between partners. Or so she thought.

Okay, so let’s break down this absolute dumpster fire of a reaction. First, he outright refuses the vasectomy. You know what? Fine. It’s his body, his choice. We don’t love the lack of teamwork, especially since a vasectomy is wildly less invasive than female sterilization, but okay. He’s allowed to say no to a procedure for himself.

But it’s what happens next that sends me into orbit. When she says, “Okay, no problem, I will happily get a salpingectomy for myself,” he completely loses it. He starts screaming at her. Screaming. He forbids it from happening. He says he “won’t allow” her to “damage” herself like that.

Excuse me? What century are we living in? The sheer nerve, the unmitigated gall to tell your partner, the woman who carried and birthed your two children, what she is and is not “allowed” to do with her own body is just staggering. Forbid? Sir, you are her husband, not her legal guardian.

And the “damage yourself” argument is the most laughably hypocritical part of this entire mess. For eight years, she’s been pumping her body full of hormones and dealing with side effects that made her feel less than 100 percent. That wasn’t a problem for him then, was it? Another pregnancy and birth would be infinitely more “damaging” and risky than a routine laparoscopic surgery. His concern isn’t for her well-being; it’s about control.

But here is where our queen rises from the ashes of this ridiculous argument. She doesn’t scream back. She doesn’t JADE (Justify, Argue, Defend, Explain). She just leaves to go pick up the kids from school. And on the way, she pulls out her phone, calls her gynecologist, and schedules the consultation for the very procedure he tried to forbid. A true legend.

She’s asking if she’s the ahole for going through with it against his wishes. Let’s be crystal clear: N-T-A. Not the ahole. Not even a little bit. It is her body. Full stop. The conversation is over.

This isn’t about the procedure anymore. It’s about a massive, glaring red flag waving in her face. This is about a man who believes his opinion on her body is more important than her own. He had a chance to be a partner, and instead, he chose to be a dictator.

Ma’am, you do you. Get that salpingectomy and enjoy the peace of mind you have earned ten times over. He can be mad about it, but he’ll have to do it from the other side of a line he has no right to cross. Your body, your choice, forever and always.