My Husband Who Hates Me Lost His Memories Reddit の小説・ストーリー

Funny how I can’t remember this man ever defending me, funny how I can’t remember this man ever calling me his daughter-in-law. “You should leave,” Mrs. Henderson said, “I don’t want to see you around my son.” “Your son is my husband!” I didn’t know when I yelled at her. “He might be your husband but he doesn’t remember that! My son is suffering from memory loss, and any mistake can cost him his life.” Mrs. Henderson grabbed me by the arm, “Wouldn’t you rather watch your husband be happy as long as he is healthy, or would you rather become a widow?”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

Your husband does everything but love you," he said and I nodded in agreement. “Of course. I'm very aware what kind of husband wishes for the wife not to remember anything. Why would he wish such downpour on me? It is terrible, honestly. And I feel really terrible watching him act like he loved me. How long am I going to have to keep this up?” I asked, feeling fed up already. I worried about my future. “For as long as possible,” he said, trying to convince me to keep going but I didn’t know how long I would last.

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

“Make love to me, Roman.” I just stared at her, unsure of what to say. The thought of having sex with her had never really excited me, and that realization made the guilt even worse. Worst husband of the year? That title belonged to me. How did I even get here? Was it the accident? The memory loss? Did something inside me change? Had my feelings for her… my desires for her… disappeared along with the memories I lost? The whole thought made me angry. What was even wrong with me?

“I don’t know! I just thought…I thought he would have a stupid reason like his dad forced him or something and it would be easy to get mad all over again.” “And it wasn’t?” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “He doesn’t remember, Mike. All our memories. All the moments. He doesn’t remember them. I don’t exist in his mind…in his world. Six months of his memories are gone. Including the month of us.” “Tell me you’re fucking joking.” “I’m not. I’m not and I can’t be mad at someone who doesn’t remember a single moment together. They didn’t even know he was married until they called.”

None of them had come close to this. My wife didn’t remember me, and worse, she remembered him. Or at least, she wanted him. The thought clawed at my chest. I had told myself I would be patient. That this was temporary. That memory loss was cruel but not permanent. That love, real love, would be stronger than this confusion. But patience had limits, and Eric Damon had crossed them. I stood abruptly and grabbed my jacket. I didn’t call ahead. Didn’t warn anyone. I didn’t even fully plan what I would say. I just knew one thing with absolute clarity.

She relaxes and shrugs her one shoulder. "Did something happen?" I feel her voice cracking. I glance down at her. There are tears in her eyes, "My wife is not weak." I cup the side of her face. "I'm looking so happy with you in all the pictures. Why can't I remember anything? I want to forget him. All I remember is related to him, not you?" Another tear slips down and then more, "You don't know. How does it feel! I hate myself." "Have you thought about me? My wife talks about her E... He's not your Ex. He's no one to you." I say to her,