I learned that my husband, Q, lied about having a vasectomy the same day I found out I was pregnant. Another part of me was terrified to raise my kids and go to graduate school alone without even the specter of another adult. The morning after I told Q I was pregnant, we sat at the kitchen table, both of our eyes puffy, while our kids watched cartoons. I told Q that I was so angry that he’d trapped my body inside of this decision. I was about to lose my marriage and throw myself into the risk of a career change, graduate school and single parenting.
