The "creative" side of dementia is something my husband also experiences. He tells stories about things that I know didn't happen because they allegedly occurred since we've been together. I think it's a case of him trying to fill in blanks in his memory. And there have been at least three times I'm sure of that he didn't know who I was—didn't know my name, was surprised when I told him we'd been married 34 years, etc. I suspect there may have been other times based on the odd looks he gives me. In between, though, he knows who I am and calls me by name.

The odd thing is that when he doesn't know who I am, the "strange" woman (me) in his house doesn't seem to scare him. At least, so far he hasn't called 9-1-1 to report me. 🙂