Forgetting My Husband Set Me Free

In the fifth year of our marriage, Simon Walker started forgetting things. A lot of things.

At first it was small. For my birthday he gave me a pair of stud earrings, then stood there holding them up to my ears, turning them this way and that, as if puzzled. My ears aren't pierced.

Later he forgot I was allergic to shellfish. The first time he ever cooked for me, he emptied most of a jar of seafood paste into the dish. I nearly went into shock. I spent a month in the hospital.