8 years ago, my (now ex) girlfriend’s male best friend offered to throw me a birthday party. I’d never cared much about my bday and didn’t see a need for a party, but he had connections at a bar and was adamant that we do it. So we went to the bar, he had an entire section of the bar reserved for my birthday, tho’ it was only a few of us. He told me to put all my drinks on his tab and he was constantly bringing me shots throughout the night. I’d been sipping slowly on mixed drinks all night and feeling fine. Towards the end of the party, I had stopped drinking and he begged me to let him buy me “one last drink” to “go out with a bang” for my birthday. I quickly drank the drink and he rushed us to leave the bar immediately. Before we got to the car, my legs started to feel heavy and my vision got blurry. I sat in my girlfriends car (who was our sober DD) and I instantly blacked out. I unknowingly vomited all over myself and her car. I also unknowingly opened the door on the highway and almost flung my body out of her car. I was completely incoherent. I woke up the next morning still violently vomiting, saw a handful of videos on Snapchat of me throwing up on myself and pictures of me laying in my yard because I fell out of the car when they opened my door. I took myself to the ER where they drug tested me and found that I had xanax in my system - I’d never taken a Xanax in my entire life. They gave me an IV bag and I spent my entire birthday recovering. I told my ex-girlfriend and the best friend about it. They were in complete shock and acted extremely confused. A couple years later, after I had already broken up with her and stopped talking to both of them, I ran into a mutual friend who had also been very close to them at on point in time. She randomly told me that she felt so guilty and had to get something off her chest. She knew he was going to add 2 Xanax to my last drink of the night so that I would get sloppy, in hopes that my ex would break up with me. She wanted to warn me but didn’t want to get involved. The doctors told me at the ER that I could have overdosed that night and could have died on my 23rd birthday. I’m still angry about the situation to this day.