Congratulations, you understand bodily autonomy.
Wrong. My husband does not own me any more than I own him. He is completely free to act on his own will, as am I.
See, I totally agree. I remember when my husband and I went to a Greek Orthodox wedding ceremony, and some of the vows made the two of us feel nauseous. It was when the vows to each other were to give up ourselves entirely to the other spouse. Meaning that the husband no longer owns his body, it's his wife's responsibility and right. And the wife no longer owns her body, it's her husband's responsibility and right.
Hubbie and I slowly turned our heads to each other and saw both of us had expressions of disgust at those vows ("Like, was he SERIOUS?").
Both of us agreed that were we to try to apply vows like those to our marriage, we would have no sense of where boundaries lie, and for us....that's a huge loss of respect and understanding ourselves and each other as two individuals joining together willingly of our own accord to create a home that is unique and ever-evolving.
I have never had any right - none, nada, zip, zero - to decide or "have a say" in my husbands vascetomy originally planned but decided against eventually. It's HIS body. Not mine. Should I desire some form of contraception, we have many options to prevent pregnancy. But for me to consider for one second that I should "have a say" in whether or not his body will be made infertile for our sex life...I'd feel like the lowest of the low as a human being and would be disregarding his ownership of his body.
So, when he changed his mind. The talk was actually very simple.
Him: "Babe, just letting you know I changed my mind."
Me: "With what?"
Him: "I don't want a vasectomy anymore."
Me: "Ahhh, gotcha. No worries. We can think of other options."
And that was that. No shaming. No intimidation. No questions. Nothing about my feelings at all. I respect his wishes for his body and for his life because he's a human being, a grown man, and most of all, he's my husband.