Last Wednesday, my wife went to a bar in a nearby major city to see a band she likes. She went with some friends, but they flaked on her and left early. She stayed because she enjoyed the music. I didn’t go because I had an early trip on Thursday morning. (I drive a motorcoach for a charter company. I can’t just be drowsy at work and muscle through it. People could die.)
When she left home on Wednesday evening, everything was fine. She was cheerful, pleased to be going out with friends, and looking forward to the music. She called to let me know she got to the place okay (it’s a bit over an hour away from our home and the weather was worsening throughout the evening). She sent me a few flirty texts during the evening, which is perfectly normal when she is out having a good time. Her last text to me was when she asked me to call her.
So I did. When she answered, she was hysterical. She was crying and saying that she couldn’t go home; the bar’s staff was preventing her from leaving because she was too drunk to drive. She said “they are watching me.” She kept apologizing to me and saying what an awful wife she is being. First of all, due to a gastric surgery from several years ago, my wife cannot drink very quickly. She can (and does) get a bit tipsy, but she can’t really get falling down drunk without some real concentrated effort. Also, she is a happy, flirty drunk, not an hysterical and apologetic one. Her behavior on the phone was completely unlike her – drunk or sober.
Still, I was thinking that we must be dealing with having too much to drink, so I told her just to go back inside and enjoy the music. There’s nothing to do about alcohol except to wait it out. The band was scheduled to play for another hour and a half, so there should be plenty of time. She was still hysterical and apologizing and otherwise not acting like herself at all.
So, we decided to call our son, who lives about thirty minutes away from where she was. He and our daughter-in-law ventured out to get her and her car. At some point, someone called the police because my wife was wandering around the entertainment district looking for her car when she obviously was not in any condition to drive (her not finding her car being a good indication of that). When my son arrived, the police were talking to her. I believe that whoever called the police saved my wife from further harm, even though the cops were more interested in tossing her in the drunk tank than investigating an assault. I suspect the people/person watching her had to abandon his efforts when the police showed up and wouldn’t leave until my son arrived.
My wife was still altered the next morning. She was not in possession of her usual faculties until around supper time on Thursday. Again, this is not at all her typical reaction to having too much to drink. She does not remember leaving the bar or the thirty-minute phone conversation we had. She barely remembers getting into our son’s car or arriving at his house.
Clearly, some unknown thing happened to her. She has bruises where she believes she fell down while wandering around. Her clothes were on properly and there is no evidence of a sexual assault. We’re thankful for that.
So, to the asshole who did this to her, I hope you rot in hell. If you’re so hard up for sex that you have to drug a woman, then you need to find some other release. Find a prostitute if you must. But what you did is beyond any measure of human decency. You do not deserve to live among civilized people. Go fuck yourself.