When Memories Came Back, I Stopped Loving You
Language: en
After the miscarriage, my husband, a psychiatrist, erased my memory. He did it so he could take his patient, a young woman suffering from "depression," on a therapeutic retreat. For the next three months, he and our son traveled with her, living a carefree life. When they had their fill of fun, he finally deigned to restore my memories. I was a wife and mother again. Except now, I didn't care. I wasn't a bother. They thought I was sulking, playing hard to get, trying to make a point. They didn't pay it much mind. Not until they saw the post I made online. [HELP! My memory is back but my…