My Husband Kept Visiting Our Surrogate Alone So I Recorded What Was Happening and It Changed Everything

offered in good faith.

That was not grief. That was a choice. And it was the choice, and not the fertility treatments or the failed attempts or the years of careful orbiting, that I could not forgive and did not intend to.

My son slept in the morning light. His name is Eli. I had chosen it months before he was born, on a quiet evening when it came to continue reading …