When My Husband Remembered Everyone But Me

My husband has anterograde amnesia.

He forgot our wedding anniversary. I sat alone for six hours at the restaurant I'd booked, waiting for him.

He forgot my due date. I went into labor with no one to drive me to the hospital, and our first child died before it ever took a breath.

Every time, he drowned in guilt. I told him：

“It's not your fault. You're just sick.”

I bought sticky notes, wrote down every important date, and papered every wall in the house with them.

I even carved words into my own skin so that one look at me would remind him of everything he needed to know.