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Three months ago I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia or AML for short. The news was obviously devastating and the treatment has been harsh to say the least. My doctor (whom we'll call Adam) has high hopes for me since I'm responding so well. And through it all my husband Richie has remained a stalwart companion, always by my side when I needed him. Or at least for the first month and a half. Richie had never been the overly affectionate type but he made sure that I knew he loved me. However he began distancing himself from me. First it was work, then golf and road trips with his buddies (which he'd done before). Finally it was the periods of time where he just didn't tell me where he went. When I got around to asking him, determined for an answer, Richie just said that he'd been talking with Dr Adam about types of treatment that would be less stressful for me. At first that made me feel relieved, he was just trying to help me and be a supportive husband. But nothing changed other than his long lapses of time growing in frequency. There was no conversations between Dr Adam and I about changing my treatments or anything of that sort. Then I noticed something yesterday. Whenever we'd see Dr Adam together Richie and him would go off a few paces out of my earshot and carry on a conversation that seemed more flirtatious than professional. Of course that might've just been my overactive imagination or chemo brain but something seemed different. That's when I decided to eavesdrop on one of their conversations. A part of me wishes I hadn't but another part is glad I did. You see, doctors are supposed to have the patient's best interest in mind. Instead of doing that Dr Adam took HIS best (or romantic) interest to mind. For the past month and a half Richie and him had been having secret rendezvous under the guise of meetings about my treatments. Earlier I printed out some of their risque emails as viable proof. Tonight I plan on confronting Richie when he gets home. I'm not sure which is worse, being diagnosed with AML and going through the aggressive treatments or having my husband of eight years sleep with the doctor who's supposed to be taking care of me.

[Trigger Warning: Drugging] {This story happened to a friend of mine who we’ll call Sandra.} Sandra had gone out pub hopping with a couple of mates from her uni, Lindsey and Geoff. The night had started out pretty chill, not that many people out since it was a week day. At the third or fourth pub a cute guy approached the group. He introduced himself as James, a uni student that had seen Sandra around campus. Considering how much they’d drunk already, the three of them decided to let him tag along. After a few more stops Sandra started noticing something strange going on. Even though he had first been okay with it, Geoff began behaving aggressive towards James. When she asked Geoff if everything was okay he just shrugged the question off. James seemed to just blow off Geoff, not really caring what the other guy thought. When last call came they were all pretty drunk. Although Sandra and Lindsey started feeling a bit woozy. As the last rounds came around Sandra and Linsey made a quick trip to the ladies room. That was when all hell broke loose. The two women started hearing loud yelling and fighting coming from the bar. They ran out of the restroom and were startled by what they saw. Geoff and James were being held apart by other patrons and were screaming at each other. Remembering how Geoff had been acting, Sandra walked up between the two men and faced him. She demanded he tell her what his problem was. Geoff yelled for her that James just started flipping his shit. Sandra turned to face James whose lip was bleeding pretty bad. Glaring daggers at Geoff, he told her that he had caught her friend putting something in her and Lindsey’s drinks. Geoff shouted that James was just making it up since he wanted to get into Sandra’s pants. The two of them almost got into a fist fight after that claim. In the end the bartender ended up calling the authorities who handled the whole thing from that point. It turned out that Geoff had a small vial of a powder normally dubbed the date rape drug. He had planned on drugging both Sandra and Lindsey and having a bit of fun with their unconscious bodies. Over the course of the night he’d been slowly putting more into their drinks so it’d look like they had just gotten drunk. It turned out that Geoff had actually done that sort of thing before, three times previously. He stands facing multiple charges for his actions. James and Sandra are dating now but Lindsey doesn’t go out pub hopping anymore. She’s worried that it might happen again but with no one to catch the guy.

During my fifth grade year my friend James gave me a baby red eared sliding turtle for my birthday. I had never had a turtle for a pet before so I didn't know if I could pet it. I named the turtle Token since he seemed to me like a token of friendship or something. I don't remember which. Fast forward a few months, Token is getting bigger and meaner. At this point James and I were no longer friends (he stole my Halloween candy during our sleepover). James still asked if I still had Token from time to time. Thinking back now, maybe he purposely gave me a mean turtle since Token got so freaking aggressive. Finally the day of reckoning came. We had a dog named Rocket, he was a Weiner dog mix that got way too excited for his own good over the smallest things. On this particular day I was cleaning out Token's tank so he was in a smaller fish bowl. My brother Michael let Rocket in from our backyard. Rocket ran straight for the fishbowl and began to drink Token's water. Without warning Token latched onto Rocket's tongue with strength I had never seen in a turtle before. Rocket started yelping and screaming, absolutely loosing his mind over the pain. And still that damn turtle hung on there. Freaking out, Rocket started running around the room, slamming into stuff. Suddenly he ran right at me, jumping straight onto my crotch. As if the pain from being racked by a dog wasn't enough, Token unlatched from Rocket's tongue and landed on the floor near my face as I writhed in pain. He paused for a moment, like he was considering how hard to bite me, and snapped right onto my nose. I completely lost my cool and starting yelling at Michael to get the damn turtle off my nose and I tried to get my bearings and not puke my guts out after Rocket's pounce. Michael slowly walked over to me and yanked Token off my nose. Now not only were my nuts recovering but my nose was bleeding. He threw Token back into the fishbowl and ran to get the roll of paper towels I was using to clean Token's tank. It took what seemed like forever for my nose to stop bleeding. Michael had to finish cleaning Token's tank after our parents got home and found out what happened. Rocket stayed as far away from Token as he possibly could for a good long while. Eventually we released Token into a pond at a golf course in our neighborhood. He had gotten too mean to keep (I hadn't forgiven him for my nose).

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This is more of a matter of bad luck. I went to dinner with some family members to a all you can eat buffet place. Me and my sister Jessie have always had a kind of rivalry since we're so close in age (about a year apart). We'd always argue, fight, throw food at each other, etc. It was rare that we went out together. So this particular day we got seated next to each other. Of course this lead to some arguing but our parents were not going to have any of our bs. We were to sit there and eat or not eat at all. So we tried doing just that. Bad idea. We started kicking each other under the table, putting vegetables on the other's plate, putting salt in each other's drink, the whole nine yards. However at one point I poked Jessie, she went to smack my arm and knocked her drink into my lap. She actually hadn't meant to but it was a bullseye to my crotch. I got drenched from the waste down in Sprite soda. We both had to go into the restroom, Jessie to dry my pants while I stood pantless in a bathroom stall. It took a while but my pants finally dried enough to put back on. Needless to say we had to share a drink for the rest of the meal.

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