Hi mufti
Oooh I feel for you. My experience of this }^*€< disease is with my mum - and that's hard enough, can't (sob don't want to) imagine what it would be like if it was my OH.
Bearing in mind I have no experience of your situation..... What I have read on here is that he hasn't forgotten you it's just you don't look like the person he has in his mind and if (hard one that) you can "let go" and accept the way he is now and be who ever he thinks you are it's not so painful, because you can still talk about your shared memories - but ( ouch) not as you. Another thing I have learned, which I use with my mum in her "who are you? Are you my sister" (she doesn't have a sister) I use the traffic light system. Try to keep mum on green - she talks about her lovely daughter who is so special to her, who is still at school. (sometimes I am a bit older, but she still likes me

) when amber moments happen I try to divert back to green. Red moments - when mum tells me to leave as I am upsetting her - I leave the house for a few minutes, walk back in as if I have only just arrived and act ultra happy to see her. It's exhausting, demoralising bit it works for me.
Another thing I have read on here is when partners eventually move full time into care, they have a better relationship with their partners, because the yo yo of having to care for their loved ones is shared, so there is more time to have a quality relationship.
Not sure if I am helping you, I hope so.
The one thing I have (finally) learned is mums world is her world as it is now, i cannot ask her live in my world anymore - whilst I am with her I live in her world, and so long as I take away her worries (as best I can) we have a great relationship.
She loves me, I know because she tells her sister who visits her, what a wonderful daughter she has, and her daughter has children and her daughter is a grandmother. She tells me her memories about what she and her daughter did last week, even if at the time of making these memories I am her sister.
What I am trying to say is, the fact mum sometimes doesn't always recognise me as her daughter, emotionally she always recognises me, she doesn't recognise my face, but she knows I am not a stranger
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