My Husband Made Me Drink the Same Vodka With Him Every Night for 40 Years. One Night, I Refused—and He Became Furious. The Next Day, I Took What Was Left in My Glass to a Lab. The Doctor Looked at the Results, Turned Pale

What if he had been slowly poisoning me?

What if my occasional headaches, weakness, and sleepiness over the years had not been normal at all?

I didn’t even want to finish the thought.

“What is in it?” I whispered.

The doctor still didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he asked,

“Mrs. Miller, did you ever have any chronic medical condition when you were younger?”

I stared at him.

“No… I don’t think so.”

“Did you ever lose consciousness?”

I froze.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

During the first year of our marriage, I had fainted twice.

Once, I had even been taken to the hospital.

But it had happened so long ago that I barely remembered it anymore.

“Yes,” I said quietly.