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

belonged to me. I was helping women navigate their own bodies, their own decisions, their own complicated relationships with the medical system, and in doing so I was rebuilding something inside myself that Ethan had hollowed out so gradually I had not noticed the emptiness until he was gone.

I started therapy, reluctantly at first, then with the growing continue reading …