Every night at the end. I would hope so fervently that I had just gone to bed quietly - I would convince myself that I had because I couldn't remember anything other than quietly watching the t.v.
And every morning driving in to work my husband would turn to me and say "so...do you remember anything about last night...?"
And proceed to tell me about the drunken rage I was in for hours.
Every ******* night. And I used to beg him not to tell me before work... as if he was the one who would ruin MY day!