What Is She Thinking??

In My Shoes:

She doesn’t remember that she asked me about her bank accounts two hours and thirty five minutes ago- or that we spent the last two hours and thirty minutes reviewing her accounts.   Once she was clear on the status of her money- which banks, how much interest, etc., I stood up and poured myself a cup of coffee and set about to begin my day’s work.  Finally- time to focus on the things I need to do for me.

“Honey, when you have a chance, can you please tell me where my money is?”

The stress wells and I want to pull my hair out.

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In Her Shoes:

I have memory problems but I am not an imbecile.  I have a right to know where my money is and how much I have.  I have yielded as much control as I am willing to.  Yes, I need some help to keep it all straight.  But how much effort does it really take for her to tell me where my money is when I want to know?  After all, I need to write checks.

How can this situation be remedied??