I can only imagine that if I found myself without memory of the last 5 months of my life I would be upset. You can rest assured that I would stop at nothing to get my memories back.
What I wouldn't do is see the man I loved, who has continuously proven that he just wants to protect me, and constantly accuse him of abandoning/cheating/using me. It's tiresome, and it makes you completely unworthy.
The sad fact is that for every other reason I would have given your book 4 stars. I mean, I'm crazy about your man. To me he's like the YA version of Barrons. Except that you have to be the heroine and I just cringe whenever you open your mouth. You are every single aspect of literary females that just grates on my nerves. Grow up. Get over yourself.