Forget Me Twice

Have you ever brought your ex-husband home and pretended to still be married?

Yeah, me either.

When my local hospital calls to tell me that my husband has been in an accident, I try to explain the basics to them.

1) I am not married—anymore. (Archie Dunmore is a thing of the past.)

2) If there’s a husband in the hospital, it’s not mine.

Except Archie is back, and he’s been in an accident. One that has left him with amnesia. Yup. He believes we’re still happily married. Oh joy.

Too bad for me, the doctor believes it would be best for Archie to remember things on his own. He needs familiar surroundings to heal. 

No big shocks.

No emotional trauma.

Which means I can’t tell him the truth.

And so I bring my ex-husband home until I can figure out how to ship him safely home to Arizona. (If only my post office allowed live packages…)

Archie bursts back into my life with all the warmth and joy of a freshly married man, confident that I’m the love of his life, and determined to fix the rift between us. 

Having a loving husband in my house is getting awkward. Especially when Archie is desperately trying to remember what I’ve worked so hard to forget. 

How do I tell him that he walked out on me?

What’s a girl to do with an amnesiac ex-husband at her breakfast table?

Content/TW: Adult conversations discussing substance abuse and assault.