I Surrogated Twice for My Husband to Pay His Mom’s Debt — Then He Left, Saying I Was No Longer Beautiful

The first pregnancy felt surreal. It was like I was borrowing someone else’s life. The intended parents — Brian and Lisa — were kind, respectful, and clear about boundaries. They checked in without hovering, sent thank-you cards and care packages after every appointment, and paid every invoice on time.

There was something comforting about their calmness. The couple didn’t just see me as a vessel for their baby, they saw me as a person.

To his credit, Hicks stepped up too. He made me smoothies in the morning and rubbed my feet at night. He handled Nux’s bedtime stories without complaints and kept reassuring me.

“We’re doing something good, Khal. Something that matters.”

“You’re helping that family live their dreams.”

“Imagine if we didn’t have Nux… you’re bringing joy to Brian and Lisa, Khal.”

For those nine months, I allowed myself to believe that we were in this together.

When the baby was born — a little boy, red-faced and wailing for the world to know he’d arrived — I watched Lisa cry as she held him for the first time. I had tears in my eyes too. Not because I wanted to keep him, but because I’d done something difficult and emotional, and I’d walked away with dignity. Continue reading…