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My Husband Forgot Our 24 Years of Marriage
by Sonya Lea
July 11th, 2015 | Good Housekeeping
"'Do you remember the day she was born?' I ask, happily recalling the view of the mountains as I panted to slow down the too-fast delivery of our second child. I share our common tale, as if he'll smile, join in with his own anecdote... Nothing. 'The day our son was born?' 'The day we got married?' I can barely breathe. It hasn't occurred to me, even with a diagnosis of permanent disability from a neuropsychologist, that every memory might remain wiped clean."
Excerpted from Wondering Who You Are.
My Husband Forgot Our 24 Years of Marriage
by Sonya Lea
July 11th, 2015 | Good Housekeeping
"'Do you remember the day she was born?' I ask, happily recalling the view of the mountains as I panted to slow down the too-fast delivery of our second child. I share our common tale, as if he'll smile, join in with his own anecdote... Nothing. 'The day our son was born?' 'The day we got married?' I can barely breathe. It hasn't occurred to me, even with a diagnosis of permanent disability from a neuropsychologist, that every memory might remain wiped clean."
Excerpted from Wondering Who You Are.