She Forgets Me but Remembers Her First Love
My wife, Giselle Stone, has severe face blindness. She can't remember anyone's looks, including mine.
It's already a norm for her to chat with me animatedly one moment, then her illness kicks in, resulting in her mistaking me as a stranger the next.
Giselle screams at the top of her lungs as she fights with me over the steering wheel, causing me to crash the car at the side of the road.
As I lie in my puddle of blood, I beg her in a quivering tone to call 911.
But Giselle steps over my blood as she bolts over to the police.
"Officer, this man is a human trafficker! I don't know him! Please arrest him!"
Thank goodness I've already developed the habit of bringing my marriage license and