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

designing, sitting on the floor with paint swatches and catalogs and a bottle of wine between us, reverted to a storage room so gradually that neither of us marked the exact moment it stopped being hope and became ordinary clutter.

One evening after a doctor’s appointment, I sat on the edge of the bed and said out loud the thing I had been circling continue reading …