My name is Sarah. I’m 38 years old, and for the past eighteen years, I’ve kept a secret about my marriage that I never even dared tell my own mother.
Everything changed last Tuesday.
That morning, I waited until my husband, Michael, left for work. Then I put on my loosest dress, took the money I’d secretly saved from grocery shopping, and drove to a medical clinic.
Michael had no idea I was seeing a doctor.
During the first years of our marriage, everything was wonderful. We were young, deeply in love, and dreamed of having a big family.
