Reddit Stories - BETRAYED by Friends_ Drugged Drink, PROVOCATIVE PROPOSAL, and Shocking Betrayal_

Episode Date: June 8, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #druggeddrink #provocativeproposal #shockingbetrayal #friendshipbetrayalSummary: A shocking betrayal unfolds when friends drug a drink at a party, leading to a provocative proposal that tests loyalties. The aftermath reveals deep-seated issues of trust and friendship, leaving everyone questioning their relationships and choices.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, betrayal, druggeddrink, provocativeproposal, shockingbetrayal, friendshipbetrayal, trustissues, loyaltytest, partyincident, toxicfriends, relationshipdrama, friendshipdynamics, socialbetrayal, deception, loyaltybetrayed, unexpectedtwistBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

Close pals covertly spiked my beverage with a substance and proposed to engage in a threesome with my partner and me. However, I later discovered that they had orchestrated this scheme without my knowledge. Back when I confronted them, I never thought I'd be the one writing one of these posts. I'd been reading this sub for years, always thinking, Thank God that's not me whenever I saw the really messy situations. Well, here I am now. I'm still processing everything that's happened and honestly don't know what to do anymore. For some background, my boyfriend Mark and I have been together for about five years now.

We met during sophomore year of college when we were both at this stupid frat party that neither of us wanted to be at. We ended up sitting in the corner making fun of everyone else there, and that was pretty much it. Been together ever since. We moved and together after graduation and have talked about getting married someday, though we're not in any rush. Our relationship has been pretty solid, we rarely have serious fights, have similar interests and goals, and generally enjoy each other's company. Sometimes I wonder if I got into a serious relationship too young, but that thought usually passes quickly because Mark is genuinely a good guy and we work well together. Our mutual best friend John has been in our lives pretty much from the

beginning. Mark actually knew him from high school, but the three of us became inseparable after I met him at another party during college. John's definitely the adventurous one of our group, always traveling somewhere new, trying weird foods, and bringing back stories that sound completely made up but are usually true. He works in tech or something that lets him work remotely, so he's constantly jetting off to random countries for weeks or months at a time. He's single and kind of a free spirit, which is probably why he and Mark get along so well. So the other night, Mark and I went to this birthday party for John's sister, Katie. We were super excited because John had been in Russia for like a month doing who knows what, he claims it was just for fun and exploring, but with John

you never really know, and he had literally just flown in from the airport to the party. I think he'd been home for maybe two hours before heading to his sister's thing. When we finally saw him, it was all hugs and I missed you guys and catching up on the surface level stuff that had happened while he was gone. The party was pretty packed with Katie's friends and family, and after hanging out with everyone for about an hour, John suggested we sneak off to his place to catch up properly. This wasn't unusual for us, we're all kind of introverted and get drained at big gatherings. Everyone who knows us jokes about how we're always the first to leave any party. John's sister didn't even look surprised when we said we were heading out early.

She just rolled her eyes and said something like typical before giving John another hug. John's apartment is only like 15 minutes from where the party was, so we all piled into an Uber and headed there. His place was surprisingly clean for someone who had just returned from a month abroad. I guess he has a cleaning service or something. We started out just chilling in his living room, John telling us about Russia and showing us pictures on his phone of all these old buildings and weird food he tried. Mark kept asking about Russian women, which was annoying but whatever. John was being John, saying they were gorgeous but scary. We'd been there maybe an hour when John casually takes out this little capsule and

swallows it with some water. Mark asked what it was, and John goes, Oh, it's just this plant-based stimulant I picked up in Russia. Natural energy booster helps with the jet lag. He looked totally normal saying this, like he was just taking a vitamin or something. Then he offered us each one, super casual. like he was offering mince or something. At first, we both said no,

and Mark was teasing him about always bringing back weird shit from his trips. John's always coming back with strange protein bars or energy drinks or whatever from different countries, so this wasn't out of character. Last time he went to Japan he brought back these caffeine gummies that tasted like feet but kept you awake for hours. The conversation kind of shifted to John defending himself, saying, dude, I got them from an actual pharmacy. there, and they let me bring them through customs on the plane. How bad could they be? He showed us

this bottle with Russian writing and a bunch of capsules inside. Mark examined them and declared them totally harmless but probably useless, and somehow we both ended up taking one. Mark took his first, then I figured what the hell and took one too. It's hard to explain how normal this felt in the moment. Like, we've known John forever, and he's never done anything to hurt us. This was just another one of his weird foreign supplements, or so we thought. We went back to talking about his trip, and I pretty much forgot about taking the capsule for a while. We ordered some pizza because none of us had really eaten much at the party, and were halfway

through it when things started feeling different. At first, I just felt really good, like, unusually good. Everything seemed a bit brighter and more interesting. The pizza tasted amazing, way better than it should have. I noticed that I was talking more than usual and laughing at everything. I thought maybe I was just in a really good mood. After a while, I excused myself to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face, which felt incredible against my skin,

and when I looked in the mirror, I noticed my pupils were massive. Like, scary big. The bathroom also felt weirdly warm and cozy, and the towels looked incredibly soft and amazing. I went back to the living room feeling a bit concerned and told the guys something was up. That's when John dropped it on us. Okay, guys, don't hate me, but there was some Molly in those pills I gave you. I fucking froze.

MDMA. Are you kidding me? I started panicking because I've never done anything harder than weed, and even that's just occasionally when Mark and I are watching movies or something. I've always been pretty straight edge, not in an annoying way. I just never felt the need to experiment much. Mark seemed totally fine at first and went all not cool, man at John, but he didn't seem as shocked as I was.

We left pretty quickly, with John apologizing behind us we walked out the door. Mark and I sat on a bench outside John's building, trying to process what had happened. Then Mark started feeling it too, he got this goofy smile on his face and kept touching my hair saying how soft it was. And here's the weird part, it became a little bit. came really hard to stay mad at John. Everything just felt so. Good. We were both suddenly feeling amazing, and all the anger just melted away. I felt this incredible connection to Mark, like I understood him perfectly in that moment. Then Mark's phone rings and it's John,

still apologizing, and somehow we end up inviting him to join us. I still don't really understand how that happened, but one minute we were mad at him and the next we were telling him to come down. The three of us walked to this park nearby and just talk for hours. I mean hours. It felt like the most meaningful conversations we'd ever had, even though looking back it was probably just normal shit that seemed profound because we were high. I remember John telling us about how lonely he sometimes feels despite all his traveling, and how he envies our relationship.

Mark talked about his fears of being too settled at our age and missing out on experiences. I apparently went on some long rant about how much I loved both of them and how they were the most important people in my life. Pretty embarrassing in hindsight, but it felt so real at the time. At some point it got cold, it must have been like two or three in the morning by then, and we discovered that hugs and physical contact felt incredible on this stuff. We were all huddled together on this park bench like penguins, and the conversation somehow turned to sex. I don't even remember how it came up. I think John was talking about this sort of.

girl he hooked up within Moscow or something, and then he made this comment wondering if Mark and I had ever thought about inviting a third person into our bedroom. I didn't really pick up on what he was suggesting and just laughed it off, saying something stupid like Wu that would be exciting, but Mark took it more seriously and said something like, maybe, but it's hard to find the right person for that. Then John casually drops, well, I'd join you guys if you wanted. Normally, this would have been super awkward and weird, but in that moment, everything just seemed fine and cool. We kind of laughed it off and moved on to other topics. I remember thinking it was just John being John, he's always saying outrageous stuff to get a reaction, so I didn't think

he was serious. We finally left the park when the sun started coming up. John walked us back to our apartment, which is about a 20-minute walk from the park. We were all coming down by then, feeling tired but still oddly connected. We hugged goodbye, and John apologized again for for not telling us about the MDMA. I remember telling him it was okay and that I had a good time, which is so fucked up looking back on it. The next day, I felt like absolute garbage. Not just physically, though I had a killer headache and felt dehydrated as hell, but mentally.

Once the drug was completely out of my system, I was so angry at John for drugging us without our consent. Like, that's seriously fucked up, no matter how you look at it. What if one of us had a bad reaction? What if I had some condition I didn't know about? Mark was more chill about it, which bothered me. He kept saying things like, well, nothing bad happened and it was actually kind of fun once we got past the initial shock. I couldn't believe he wasn't more upset about our supposed best friend literally drugging us. When I finally saw John later that day, he came over to check on us, bringing gatorade and breakfast burritos like that would fix everything.

I let him have it. We had a huge fight where I told him exactly how violated I felt, and he kept apologizing and saying he thought we'd enjoy it and just wouldn't have tried it otherwise. He said he'd done it with other friends before and they'd all had good experiences. That just made me more mad. The fight got pretty intense. I was yelling, John was desperately apologizing, and Mark was kind of stuck in the middle trying to diffuse things. At one point I told John to get out of our apartment, and he looked like I'd slapped him. He left quickly after that, and Mark got mad at me for being too harsh. We ended up fighting too, with me accusing him of not taking this seriously enough and him saying I was overreacting. We eventually calmed down,

but things felt tense between us. Despite this fight, the three of us still hung out every day before John was supposed to leave for Germany, he's going there for some work thing, I think a conference or something. Things were tense at first, but we've been friends for so long that we kind of just pushed through it. John was extra nice to me, like he was walking on eggshells, and I let him know several times that while I was still friends with him, I would never trust him the same way again. He seemed to accept that, and we reached a sort of uneasy truce. We did a bunch of our usual activities. On the surface, things seemed almost normal again, but there was definitely an undercurrent of weirdness. I caught John and Mark exchanging looks a few times when they thought I

wasn't paying attention, but I didn't think much of it at the time. Then yesterday, completely out of nowhere, Mark tells me he's been thinking about John's suggestion. We were just sitting on the couch watching TV after dinner, and he pauses the show and turns to me with this serious expression. At first, I didn't even know what he was talking about. Then he clarifies that he's been considering the threesome idea. He and John have already discussed it, and now they're just waiting for me to say yes. What the actual fuck? I just stared at him, not even sure if he was serious. I couldn't believe they had talked about this behind my back, especially after everything that had happened. Mark started rambling about how it could be a fun experience and how he trusted John more than

anyone else if we were going to try something like this. He said John had experience with threesome's before and knew how to make sure everyone was comfortable. He even suggested it could bring us all closer after the MDMA incident. I was so shocked I couldn't even form a coherent response. Then I had to leave for work, I was already running late, so I just said we'd talk about it when I got home. But I'd been finding excuses not to go home all day, telling Mark I had to work late, than that I was getting drinks with coworkers. Now I'm sitting at a coffee shop typing this instead of facing him. I don't know what to do. On one hand, I got into a relationship pretty young and sometimes wonder if I'm missing out on experiences. Before Mark, I'd only been with two other guys, and neither

relationship was very serious. And if I were ever going to try something like this, it would make sense to do it with someone we trust rather than a stranger. Plus, I'm not going to lie, John is attractive. He's got this whole adventurous, slightly dangerous vibe that's always been intriguing. I've always had a tiny crush on him, Mark knows and teases me about it sometimes, but I never would have acted on it. But on the other hand, this is our best friend. What if it makes everything weird? And I still can't get past the fact that this all started because John literally drugged us. That seems like a massive red flag that I shouldn't just ignore. But Mark seems weirdly unbothered by that part, which makes me wonder if he knew about it beforehand.

Did they plan this together? He's never mentioned wanting to try anything like this before, but maybe he was afraid to bring it up. I've never been in this situation before and I have no idea what to do. Any advice would be appreciated. Help. Update, some of you got things completely wrong about my relationship with Mark, but whatever. I'm not a doormat like some of you suggested, and no, we don't have an obviously toxic relationship, five years of mostly happy times doesn't suddenly become toxic because of one fucked-up situation.

Anyway, a lot has happened since my original post, so I'll try to update you all on where things stand. Sorry in advance for the length, but I figure you guys deserve the full story after all your advice. First off, I want to thank everyone who took the time to give me advice. You guys really helped me feel less alone in this mess, and I honestly had no one else to turn to. I couldn't exactly talk to my regular friends about this, hey, so my best friend drugged me and now he and my boyfriend want to have a threesome isn't exactly casual brunch conversation. So after posting this and reading through the first wave of comments, I realized I needed to take some time to really think about what I wanted to do.

I was still at the coffee shop when Mark started texting me asking when I'd be home. I ignored him and texted my coworker instead, asking if I could crash at her place. Thankfully she said yes without asking too many questions, though I did give her a very watered-down version of events, just that Mark and I had a fight and I needed space. I ignored all the calls and texts from both Mark and John that night. Mark called like six times and sent a bunch of messages asking where I was and if I was okay. John texted twice asking if everything was all right and saying Mark seemed worried. I turned my phone off eventually because I couldn't deal with it.

The next morning, I turned my phone back on and texted both guys to meet me at this cafe downtown at 10 a.m. I figured a public place would be better for this conversation, both to keep things from getting too heated and to give me an easy escape if needed. I spent most of the night thinking about what I wanted to say, even wrote some of it down so I wouldn't forget anything important. When I got to the cafe, about 10 minutes early, they were already there and had ordered my favorite drink. I don't know if that was sweet or manipulative at this point. They both looked like they hadn't slept much, Mark had bags under his eyes and John's hair was a mess, which is unusual for him since he's normally pretty put together. As soon as I sat down,

they both started talking at once, but I held up my hand and told them right away that I needed to say everything I had to say without interruptions. They mostly respected this, though they did try to cut in a few times when I said something they disagreed with. I'm paraphrasing here because I don't remember my exact words, but basically I told John, what you did was completely fucked up. Giving someone drugs without their consent is never okay, no matter what your intentions were or how it turned out. I don't care if you thought we would enjoy it or if you were frustrated that we wouldn't try it willingly. That's our choice to make, not yours. Do you realize you could have put us in danger? What if one of us had a bad reaction? What if we'd gotten stopped by cops? What if I had

some medical condition you didn't know about? You violated our trust in one of the most fundamental ways possible, and I'm honestly not sure if I can ever fully trust you again. Then I turned to Mark and said, and you, I'm not okay with how unbothered you seem by all this. It makes me wonder if you knew about the MDMA beforehand. Were you in on it? I'm even starting to to think you guys planned this just to get me to agree to a threesome, which I do not want to happen. I don't understand how you can be so casual about your best friend drugging us. And I'm also not okay that you two discuss this threesome idea behind my back instead of including me in the conversation from the beginning. Did you think you could just present it as a done

deal and I'd go along with it? Do you not respect me enough to include me in discussions about my own sex life? I don't trust either of you right now, and I need some space. You both crossed a line that can't be uncrossed. I was shaking through most of this and couldn't really look at them directly. My voice cracked a few times, which was embarrassing, but I got through it. By the end I was sweating like crazy, but I got it all out. I probably said more than that, but those were the main points. After I finished, I told Mark he should stay with John until John leaves for Germany,

because I needed time alone in our apartment to think. When Mark asked if we were breaking up, I honestly told him I didn't know yet. Their initial reaction was pretty defensive. John kept saying things like it wasn't that serious and you enjoyed it though, right? While Mark was insisting that I was overreacting and that they would never do anything to hurt me intentionally. That just made me more angry, they weren't even listening to what I was saying about consent and trust. But when they realized I was dead serious about needing space and potentially ending my relationship, with Mark, they both changed their tune quickly.

John looked like he was about to cry, saying stuff like forget the stupid threesome idea and I wish I could take it all back. He kept repeating that he valued our friendship more than anything and would do whatever it took to make things right. Mark seemed genuinely shocked by everything I was saying, like he hadn't realized how serious this all was to me. He kept repeating that he would never let anything harm me and that I've known him forever and should know better.

He swore that he didn't know about the MDMA beforehand and was just as surprised as I was. When I asked why he wasn't more upset about it then, he mumbled something about just trying to make the best of a bad situation and not wanting to ruin our friendship with John. Weak excuses, if you ask me. I stayed firm, though. I told them I needed at least a week without any contact from either of them. I said I'd reach out when I was ready to talk again, and not to call or text me before then. I also made it clear that I wasn't making any decisions right then, I just needed time to process everything.

Before I left, Mark asked for a hug, and after hesitating, I let him. It was awkward and stiff. Not our usual comfortable hug. He whispered, please don't leave me which made me feel like shit even though I'm not the one who fucked up here. John tried to hug me too, but I just shook my head and left. I went straight to our apartment and packed a bag with enough clothes for about a week. I didn't want to stay there if Mark decided to ignore my request and come home. I'm staying with co-worker for now. She's been great about the whole thing even though I still haven't told her the full story. Later that day I got a text from Mark saying John canceled his trip to Germany so I'll stay with him until you want me to move back followed by if you ever do. No matter what you think,

just try to remember I love you more than anything. I haven't responded and don't plan to any time soon. The next few days were weird. I threw myself into work and tried not to think about the whole situation too much, but it's hard when it's all I can think about. I keep going back and forth on what to do. Sometimes I think I'm overreacting and should just forgive them both. After all, nothing truly terrible happened, and they do seem genuinely sorry. Other times I feel like this revealed something fundamental about both of them that I can't unsee or ignore. I did break down and read some of their texts after a few days. John sent a long apology letter to both my phone and email, saying he realized how serious what he did was and that he was going to seek therapy to

figure out why he thought it was okay to violate boundaries like that. He said he'd been doing some reading about consent and realized how wrong he was. It seems sincere, but who knows? Mark's messages have been more emotional and less reflective. Lots of I miss you and please talk to me and I'm so sorry. He hasn't specifically acknowledged what he did wrong though, just that he's sorry I'm upset. That bothers me. My co-worker thinks I should break up with Mark.

She says even without knowing the specifics, the fact that I felt the need to leave our apartment suggests this is a bigger deal than I'm admitting to myself. So that's where things stand. I still don't know what I'm going to do. Having that initial conversation lifted a huge weight off my shoulders, but I still have so many questions. I won't be able to post another update after this because of sub-rules,

so I guess this is it for now. I might not have closure yet, but I wanted to let you all know what happened. Again, thank you all so much for your help and support through this. It really means a lot. I never expected to be in this situation, but knowing that strangers on the internet had my back made it a little easier to face.