I also blacked out every night. Prior to that, I'd go into the bedroom weaving and I would write down (drunkedly) on a scrap of paper the things that happened that evening, for example:
* Spoke to Ken about blah blah
*. Got into fight blah blah wrote details
*. Ate ice cream, going to bed blah blah
My sick mind would then hide the paper , sometimes found,sometimes not. This was my way of 'remembering' what went on the night before. SO! That when my husband would ask me the next day, "Do you even remember what you said to me last night?" I could answer him because my "Power Points" jogged my alcoholic memory. SIgh ...thank the Universe I don't have to live like that anymore.
Bobbi