Was I roofied?

**disclaimer, this is a sensitive topic to most, but this is not a horror story for me. I legit don't know if I was, and even IF I was, it was at home with my then bf, just us two. I just want to know if what I felt was indeed that, by someone other than google.**

So one day after work on a Friday or Saturday (2017 ish), I came home and my ex was home about the same time too. Nothing weird. The usual.

I did my after work routine and poured some premixed margarita cocktail drink, and he drank his normal beers. I don't think I had any shots....if I did, it was few. Because I specifically remember my cup was a tall cup, just full of margarita. I put my tequila in smaller cups, always.

Eventually I went to the porch to chill, standing up just looking out into the neighborhood. He came out too.

After a little bit, about the time it took him to smoke a cigarette or two, it seemed like the world tilted and I basically fell backwards.

I caught myself because it was like....a fall but a conscious fall.

I spilled my drink and sat there a second and thought, "am I really that drunk yet?"

Keep in mind.....the sun was not even entirely set yet.

He then helped pull me up and said we should go inside.

Once inside, ironically, a friend of mine called. and we were just laughing so hard and having such a good time and I'm telling my friend I feel like I'm falling off the earth and I grab a pillow as literally an anchor. We laugh about how drunk I am. At some point I look over at him and he's mad. I assume it's because I am not giving him attention.

So I hang up with my friend and say ok, we can do (whatever it was he wanted, I don't remember). But I needed to go to the bathroom first.

I ended up sitting on the bathroom tile because it was so cold on my skin, it felt so good, and I was burning up.

Eventually I laid down on the tile.

I woke up to the sound of him knocking, and then opening the door.

He helped me to bed but I don't remember anything after and honestly...I wouldn't even think anything of it, since he was my then boyfriend. No I was not sore or anything the next day, as far as I remember.

I've just always remembered that time, not for a trauma moment,

It just stuck with me how the tilted feeling felt. Exactly as described. Unreal. It stuck with me so much that when I met fellow drunks/coworkers from then on it was like, "this is MY most drunk story". Like some badge of drunk honor. like a female frat boy story.

The point is, once I told my current coworker that story....I started to think about it.

I have been a some kind of alcoholic for 11 years. The worst it's been is when I have one bottle, 750ml, in less than 24 hours.

But back when this story happened, it was 2017 ish.

There was a time when I was 23 when 3 mikes hard lemonade got me tipsy. but by 2018??

My tolerance was high.

And I had literally never had that reaction before, or since.

I have never felt tilted since.

All I want to ask is, have you been roofied and what was it like? PM if you need to.