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

I lay awake wondering if we would ever have a life that belonged to us. He was living in it now, and I was in a one bedroom apartment with his son, and the symmetry of it was so precise it felt less like justice and more like the punchline of a joke that had taken five years to deliver.

Recovery, when it came, did not arrive in a single redeeming moment.continue reading …