My Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate Twice Until I Learned Why He Really Needed the Money

and Ethan’s involvement shrank with each passing week until it was little more than a question at dinner about how I was feeling, asked in the tone of someone checking a box rather than listening for the answer.

One evening, eight months along, I called to him from the bathroom. I was in the tub and I could not pull myself out. The weight of my belly continue reading …