I agreed to be a surrogate mother, I ended up with five kids

I was 26 and unattached. A man at work in his forties offered me a deal. If I had a baby for him he would pay me a lump sum of my salary. I wasn't sure about this, and I asked a girlfriend of mine and she offered herself if I didn't want to do it. To get a lump sum salary just for being pregnant was a deal to good to turn down. I agreed.

Then the details. He wanted to personally inseminate me. Via intercourse. Well, OK. But it was clinical, I didn't respond to him. He got mad, he slapped my bare behind with his hand. Maybe that, or his voice, or his smell of authority, but I gave in without any further complaints and he had intercourse with me for two weeks in row. I got pregnant.

He kept me under surveillance. He chose the doctor, the place for me to live, everything. I got a monthly allowance, and when the baby was born a check for my salary. The part I didn't understand, not until I got the check, was that I was supposed to stay home, breast feed and care for the child until he was weaned. That and that during that time he had full access. Again, his smell of authority didn't let me disobey and I was pregnant again in no time with a baby due a little over a year after the first one was born. I said two salaries, he said one and he supported me anyway.

I got my salary in a trust fund for when my firstborn turned 21. In the meantime for 21 years he would support me and I would live as if I was married. I became pregnant again and had twins a little less than four years after my firstborn. I had four kids under four when they were born. Any form of birth control was prohibited. The only permissible birth control was the rhythm method. Which doesn't work.

My son was already thirteen when he consented to marry me anyway. He wanted me to present him with one more baby. By then I was thirty nine years old. That's the price of being supported. Five kids.

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