OK, I’m at a loss. For the past few days my DW has been obsessed on what is our relationship to each other. I continually tell her we are married, usually that satisfies her, unfortunately, for the past few hours she doesn’t believe me and is insisting she wants proof. Heck we have only been married for 32 years. I know it’s the Az talking, but it still HURTS!
do you have a wedding album? pics of you together? or best yet a marriage certificate copy.. its a sad day for sure when it gets to this, aalferio so sorry. this too shall pass at some point she will move into another stage and this will be forgotten. doesnt take sting out of it.
my LO is living in a ALF an she thinks we're divorced,asked me yesterday why we can't get back together,when I tell her we're still married she wants to live with me at my home or wants me to move into "her" house an live there,its a wonder all the "well" spouses don't have ulcers
Remember that as they disease progresses, they go farther and farther back in time. Instead of saying you are married, you could try saying you are dating or engaged. That would explain why you are living in different places.
Around the Dec. holidays, my husband was so happy to realize we are the same religion. I asked him if he would marry someone outside of his faith, and he said no. So I think in his mind, we are in the dating stage and he's happy to know that I may be a good choice for him to marry!
Thanks for the advice on wedding book. I forgot all about it, we had looked at it in years. We looked at our wedding book and honeymoon pictures and it seemed to calm her down. She hasn't asked all day. I'll just have to waite and see what's next. Thanks all....
"Who are you?" my wife asks, "Why are you in my house?"
I was opening my mouth to answer when it suddenly hit me. "Silly me." I answered. "My mistake."
I grabbed the very large duffle bag and started nonchalantly putting some of the silverware into it. "I do apologize." I continued opening the china cabinet, "My house looks exactly the same." And I started loading in some of the Wedgewood and the marble cheese tray. "I don't know how this could have happened." I explained sweeping through the living room stuffing in everything but those awful penquin figurines.
"I'll be off." I assured her dragging the bag towards the front door making a grab for the cat going by. "This is entirely my fault." I explained hurriedly snatching the car keys. "Good bye." I called out backing out the front door.
"Am I coming too, Wolf?" she asked just as I was shutting it. Rats!!!!
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(Just kidding aalferio. We're married 40 years and she has wondered if I'm a musician and who is coming to pick her up and drive her home. It gets weird. I'm not obsessed with clothing and will often wander through the house in what god gave me. Bohemian I know; but, the point is she has sat there at the kitchen table asking me who I am while I'm standing right in front of her in flagrante delicto completely unconcerned why a naked stranger is serving her breakfast - just wondering who I am. Of course that graceful, breezy manner is exactly why I married her in the first place).