But Yours Truly, sleuth extraordinaire has managed to track down a certain set of public documents relating to someone's divorce. The participants shall remain nameless, but here's a snippet.
I grew tired of coming home day in and day out to find [my wife] fucking yet another stray homeless drunkard for some cheap booze, only to have her look up at me ask, "who the hell are you?" It was unbearable that she was always pretending not to recognize me in that way so as not to make her booze partner feel awkward.