At the hands of my now ex-husband of 20+ years. It takes a special breed of off the chart narcissism for a man to risk the life of his wife and mother of his children but he did it. Specifically, he dosed my drink with GHB (without my knowledge) and his intention was to leave me at his dealer's house with his dealer's wife. I, however, was aware he was leaving and because I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable with where I was, who I was being left with, and being off balance (feeling fuzzy in my own mind), I insisted they take me with them to go "to the store". It was then, he and his supervisor from work (the dealer), tried to tell me I had taken Ecstasy and needed to put my head back and "let the roll kick in". Anyone who knows anything about GHB knows; GHB feels much like you are on Ecstasy, and I only know of that particular night where GHB (and Ketamine) had our only encounter in life. The drink I had been waiting on for about 2 hours and requesting repeatedly over those two hours (because mine turned up missing), is what I had been told we were going to the store to buy. It was when we stopped at the local Exxon station, I felt the sharp prick of the needle. We probably didn't cover 15 miles of driving that night, although it felt like an eternity. His supervisor was making deliveries for his "self employ/moonlighting" job. Not much time passed before I could no longer hold my head in one spot, let alone up at all. I actually had no choice and it was becoming very evident even in my now heavily clouded head. All I could say in the confines of my own head was, 'What is going on with me?...This doesn't feel right!....I know I didn't take any pills!". I certainly could no longer speak with my lips, Then the conversation from the front seats started to fill the air in the backseat near me. I could hear the driver telling my then husband, "Your wife is gonna divorce you, you do realize that?"....Really? A conversation of much concern to me, being held directly in front of me, as if I weren't there? As far as those two were concerned, they didn't feel I would ever actually remember any of the details because they knew full well what they had done to me. much to their dismay,I wouldn't put the pieces together for another two weeks. Eventually they arrived at their destination. My then spouse had his "equipment" out, in effort of preparing himself for what was ahead through the gate of the apartment complex we'd entered. The only reason I knew that was taking place in the front seat was because the driver asked him why he was doing that. He also asked him where he found the girls they were there to meet, it was stated with full sarcasm 1 800 hot babes. What took place in front of my very eyes was traumatizing, as my then husband handed this biracial young girl the ecstasy she asked him about while telling her to get in the car and on top of him. She even asked who I was, she was told I was nobody. All the while in my mind, I'm screaming, "I'm his fucking wife!!!", as tears rolled down my face. My face, mind you, I could not turn in disgust. I had no choice. I could only hear what was being said around me, and see what was directly in the sight of my two tear filled eyes.There were still another grueling 5-6 hours of discussion to come through, where they actually attempted to hypnotize me, and yes....after they handed me a gun (safety on) and its clip filled with bullets they thought I would use to kill myself with (boy, were they wrong....I would have gone to jail forever had I figured out how to turn the safety of, put the clip in and ready the weapon to fire).....all the while, I was still yet to be struck in the back of the head with the butt of a 9mm which, I believe was what caused my temporary amnesia, well, along with the trauma of course. I'd sobered up enough before that to help myself out of that car and into the house, after all, he had forgotten I was ever even in the back of that car, even argued with his so-called friAt the hands of my now ex-husband of 20+ years. It takes a special breed of off the chart narcissism for a man to risk the life of his wife and mother of his children but he did it. Specifically, he dosed my drink with GHB (without my knowledge) and his intention was to leave me at his dealer's house with his dealer's wife. I, however, was aware he was leaving and because I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable with where I was, who I was being left with, and being off balance (feeling fuzzy in my own mind), I insisted they take me with them to go "to the store". It was then, he and his supervisor from work (the dealer), tried to tell me I had taken Ecstasy and needed to put my head back and "let the roll kick in". Anyone who knows anything about GHB knows; GHB feels much like you are on Ecstasy, and I only know of that particular night where GHB (and Ketamine) had our only encounter in life. The drink I had been waiting on for about 2 hours and requesting repeatedly over those two hours (because mine turned up missing), is what I had been told we were going to the store to buy. It was when we stopped at the local Exxon station, I felt the sharp prick of the needle. We probably didn't cover 15 miles of driving that night, although it felt like an eternity. His supervisor was making deliveries for his "self employ/moonlighting" job. Not much time passed before I could no longer hold my head in one spot, let alone up at all. I actually had no choice and it was becoming very evident even in my now heavily clouded head. All I could say in the confines of my own head was, 'What is going on with me?...This doesn't feel right!....I know I didn't take any pills!". I certainly could no longer speak with my lips, Then the conversation from the front seats started to fill the air in the backseat near me. I could hear the driver telling my then husband, "Your wife is gonna divorce you, you do realize that?"....Really? A conversation of much concern to me, being held directly in front of me, as if I weren't there? As far as those two were concerned, they didn't feel I would ever actually remember any of the details because they knew full well what they had done to me. much to their dismay,I wouldn't put the pieces together for another two weeks. Eventually they arrived at their destination. My then spouse had his "equipment" out, in effort of preparing himself for what was ahead through the gate of the apartment complex we'd entered. The only reason I knew that was taking place in the front seat was because the driver asked him why he was doing that. He also asked him where he found the girls they were there to meet, it was stated with full sarcasm 1 800 hot babes. What took place in front of my very eyes was traumatizing, as my then husband handed this biracial young girl the ecstasy she asked him about while telling her to get in the car and on top of him. She even asked who I was, she was told I was nobody. All the while in my mind, I'm screaming, "I'm his fucking wife!!!", as tears rolled down my face. My face, mind you, I could not turn in disgust. I had no choice. I could only hear what was being said around me, and see what was directly in the sight of my two tear filled eyes.There were still another grueling 5-6 hours of discussion to come through, where they actually attempted to hypnotize me, and yes....after they handed me a gun (safety on) and its clip filled with bullets they thought I would use to kill myself with (boy, were they wrong....I would have gone to jail forever had I figured out how to turn the safety of, put the clip in and ready the weapon to fire).....all the while, I was still yet to be struck in the back of the head with the butt of a 9mm which, I believe was what caused my temporary amnesia, well, along with the trauma of course. I'd sobered up enough before that to help myself out of that car and into the house, after all, he had forgotten I was ever even in the back of that car, even argued with his so-called friend, supervisor, drug dealer. I can tell you exactly what it was like being under influence of these two paired life threatening substances. I've been under the knife for two major surgeries in my life prior to that night, woke during both of those procedures. Silly stupid man, did he forget that? Did he forget my memory is one of my best attributes, my mind???!!!??? See, during a major surgical procedure, you are under the care of trained and highly educated doctors and they still had trouble shutting my conscious mind down for surgery. How many of you are actually aware, when you are under anesthesia, you aren't just merely sleeping, though it is much like it, you are in a paralyzed state of mind and body. What happened to me was my body was paralyzed, the rest of me knew full well exactly what was taking place. So, now you have it first hand, the details of a horrific, twisted keyhole. I could have very easily been accidentally killed that night, and I wonder to this day, had that been the outcome, would my body have ever been found? And, how much pain my two boys would have endured had they lost their mother the night their father could not control his narcissistic urges to put himself on exhibit. end, supervisor, drug dealer. I can tell you exactly what it was like being under influence of these two paired life threatening substances. I've been under the knife for two major surgeries in my life prior to that night, woke during both of those procedures. Silly stupid man, did he forget that? Did he forget my memory is one of my best attributes, my mind???!!!??? See, during a major surgical procedure, you are under the care of trained and highly educated doctors and they still had trouble shutting my conscious mind down for surgery. How many of you are actually aware, when you are under anesthesia, you aren't just merely sleeping, though it is much like it, you are in a paralyzed state of mind and body. What happened to me was my body was paralyzed, the rest of me knew full well exactly what was taking place. So, now you have it first hand, the details of a horrific, twisted keyhole. I could have very easily been accidentally killed that night, and I wonder to this day, had that been the outcome, would my body have ever been found? And, how much pain my two boys would have endured had they lost their mother the night their father could not control his narcissistic urges to put himself on exhibit.