He broke up with me the week before Christmas. I spent the next week holed up in bed, eating éclairs and watching Grey’s Anatomy. If I had been in a better state, I might have noticed I had missed my period.
I’m a human being that deals with mental illness in self-destructive ways, not a bunch of orifices for you to poke because you think my reckless treatment of my body somehow cancels out my autonomy over it.
Peers, take note: If you’re planning to steal over $400 from your friend, know thy privacy settings. When suing my best friend didn’t make her pay me back, tracking her social media and telling her dad got me payment in full.
I spent the next 48 hours not sure what would be the more troublesome result -- that I had in fact been drugged, or that I had not, and therefore had to deal with this mind-blowing sex deal for what it was.