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TIFU by trusting my new wife (🤣).

Obligatory setup that this happened a few years ago, not today.

So, my wonderful loving new wife and I decided to go out on the town with our wedding party after our 11am wedding and afternoon reception. It was a beautiful August night in a gorgeous seaside town in New England, so the quaint little bars had outside seating and live music, so it was perfect. We all sat down outside at the second destination and that's when I realized that my allergies had kicked in. My lovely new bride asked me if I was feeling okay, so I told her about my headache. She reached into her purse and handed me two small pills. "Here ya go, sweetie. This will help". I took the pills with a swig of my rum and coke and thought nothing of it. After being there a while, enjoying the music, the company, the food and the sweet looks from my new wife, I found myself feeling a bit tipsy. I looked down at the only drink I'd had, the drink I'd been babying and thought "Okay, I must need some food". I ordered some fries and our night continued. We left soon after and I was not doing good. We went back to the hotel and I romantically carried my wife over the threshold. We were excited about our romantic wedding night and the honeymoon trip that we were leaving for in the morning. My lovely new bride kissed me deeply and then went into the bathroom to prepare the hot tub. I sat on the bed to take off my shoes and next thing I knew, it was the next morning. I had passed out.

I woke up in a daze and found myself embarrassed and apologizing profusely for ruining our romantic night. "I'm so sorry!" I kept repeating. "I don't know what happened" she said to me, holding me tight and saying how worried she'd been. She then looked at me and said "I thought for sure the Benadryl would make you feel better". My jaw dropped open and I looked at my amazing new bride. "You gave me TWO Benadryl?". She nodded her head, thinking to herself about how that particular medicine didn't affect her the same as most. I began to laugh hysterically and pulled her into my arms. "I love you so much, but I can't believe you drugged me on our fucking wedding night!".

And no, I've never let her forget it.

TL;DR: trusted my new wife!

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