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

my body for walk out of our home with a rolling suitcase and a set of justifications that did not require my participation to function.

The door closed. Jacob looked up from his crayons. “Is Daddy going to work?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “He’s going to work.”

I cried for weeks. Not the dramatic kind, not the kind you see in movies where a woman slides continue reading …