Three days ago, my wife and I were sitting out on the loungers having coffee at 10.30 am Christine asked me why I was still here. The house belongs to her and (her first husband) Greg. When was I going home as I could not stay here. I am not your wife and you cannot be my husband was repeated many times. She was extremely assertive and bordering aggressive. I managed to change the subject for a few minutes only when she wanted to call the police to get me out. After a couple of hours during which I spoke of other things she kept coming back with the same story, she insisted that I go and she wanted to walk down to see (Son) Greg. About 2 pm I sent a text to Greg to see if he was at home so we could go to him as he lives about 500 yards away. He replied that he would come up in half an hour. This seemed to satisfy Christine. He came and we sat in the garden where he explained our entire life together. She gradually accepted his explanation and calmed down. After Greg left, we settled down for the remainder of the day. This has been the worst time ever and I am sad that I could not find a way out myself.
Yesterday after dinner, we went into the sitting room at about 7 pm. Christine asked me if I had a family and suggesting I should go home and said that she had to get back too. This questioning continued to be repeated every few minutes until at 9 pm I suggested that we go to bed and sort it out in the morning. She insisted that I was not her husband although my name was Geoffrey. I went upstairs to switch on the electric blanket and when I returned, faced a barrage of accusations. I tried to persuade her to get washed but she refused saying she had to go back tonight and I could not stay since it was not our home. The aggressive stance continued until about 10.30 pm when I switched of the blanket and sat on the settee to talk. She would not go to bed with me because I am not her husband Geoffrey but a different Geoffrey and this is not our house. We got nowhere, then about midnight I explained that it was too late to go anywhere and in any event the Coronavirus restrictions would not allow us to leave the house. At 1.30 am we managed to agree to sleep where we sat and sort it out in the morning; Christine in the armchair and me sitting on the sofa. Just before 3 am I woke and went to the toilet. Christine also went and we returned to the sitting room where we took up our previous positions. Christine slept till just after 6 am. I nodded off till 4.15 am and walked around quietly then rested till she awoke. She was still adamant that I was not her husband and this was not our house. I said that I was going for a shave and shower and did so. I returned and said “Come on and have a shower” She came, allowed me to help her. We had breakfast and things carried on as if nothing was wrong. The day was ok and Christine vacuumed and dusted as usual till mid afternoon when, after a nap, she once again questioned our situation. I explained what had happened over the past evening and she agreed to try not t let it happen again. Dinner and the rest of the day went fine. (My head hurts)
Yesterday after dinner, we went into the sitting room at about 7 pm. Christine asked me if I had a family and suggesting I should go home and said that she had to get back too. This questioning continued to be repeated every few minutes until at 9 pm I suggested that we go to bed and sort it out in the morning. She insisted that I was not her husband although my name was Geoffrey. I went upstairs to switch on the electric blanket and when I returned, faced a barrage of accusations. I tried to persuade her to get washed but she refused saying she had to go back tonight and I could not stay since it was not our home. The aggressive stance continued until about 10.30 pm when I switched of the blanket and sat on the settee to talk. She would not go to bed with me because I am not her husband Geoffrey but a different Geoffrey and this is not our house. We got nowhere, then about midnight I explained that it was too late to go anywhere and in any event the Coronavirus restrictions would not allow us to leave the house. At 1.30 am we managed to agree to sleep where we sat and sort it out in the morning; Christine in the armchair and me sitting on the sofa. Just before 3 am I woke and went to the toilet. Christine also went and we returned to the sitting room where we took up our previous positions. Christine slept till just after 6 am. I nodded off till 4.15 am and walked around quietly then rested till she awoke. She was still adamant that I was not her husband and this was not our house. I said that I was going for a shave and shower and did so. I returned and said “Come on and have a shower” She came, allowed me to help her. We had breakfast and things carried on as if nothing was wrong. The day was ok and Christine vacuumed and dusted as usual till mid afternoon when, after a nap, she once again questioned our situation. I explained what had happened over the past evening and she agreed to try not t let it happen again. Dinner and the rest of the day went fine. (My head hurts)