"I'll return to the party," I tell him as I step away from him. It's hard for me to do it, but he's leaving me no choice. He doesn't want me here. “It's clear that you don't want me here. I won't stay where I'm not wanted. All I wanted to do was to help you as you helped me. I wanted to hear your story; you remember everything from your past while I remember nothing. I don't know who my children's father is, and I don't know my name. I don't know my family. I don't know anything. I don't know if people are looking for me, and I don't know if someone did this to me or if losing my memory was an accident. I don't know why I'm telling you this; you don't want to hear it. I'm just trying to say that while I don't remember anything about my life, you remember everything about yours. And whateve
