I Surrogated Twice for My Husband to Pay His Mom’s Debt — Then He Left, Saying I Was No Longer Beautiful
My husband, Hicks, didn’t hold a gun to my head. He just held my hand while I signed the surrogacy papers; he just told me that we were doing it for us. For our son.
But I didn’t know that we were doing it for his mother, drowning in debt she created.
Including him.
When Hicks and I got married, people said that we had it all figured out. We met in college — me finishing my nursing degree and him starting his MBA. By our mid-30s, we had a bright five-year-old son named Nux, a small apartment, and a marriage that looked strong from the outside.
It felt strong, too. Until my mother-in-law started calling every night.
Hicks said that she was just “going through a rough patch” after his dad passed. But her rough patch became our drowning season. And every spare dollar disappeared into a house she couldn’t afford. Every canceled vacation, every quiet birthday, every “maybe next year” for our son was because of her. Continue reading…
