Throwaway, this whole situation is so bizarre that I still really can't process it. It doesn't feel real, but I feel scared and guilty. Had surgery a couple days ago to get all four of my wisdom teeth out, and because I have a really bad fear of dentists, they had to drug me pretty hard to do the removal. Not like laughing gas that wears off really fast, but actual IV medicine, so I was pretty much unconscious during the whole thing. They told me to have a responsible adult drive me to the appointment and back, because the meds they gave me would make it dangerous for me to drive. My mom was on a work trip and couldn't take me, so I asked my sister-in-law, Bree, if she could do it, as the whole thing would only take an hour or two. I even offered gas to me because the dental office is about 45 minutes away. I would have asked my brother, but he worked one day, while Bree is a stay-at-home mom to their two-year-old daughter, who I think was at Bree's mom's house that day. Bree agreed to take me to my appointment, and the surgery went fine. Bree waited in the lobby for me for it to get done. When I came out of anesthesia, I was very disoriented and nauseous, which I guess is normal. I had gauze shoved in my mouth to stop any bleeding, and Bree took me to her car after I was let go. Don't really remember much of the drive, but it felt like not enough time passed before Bree got out of the car and told me to come with her. I was really out of it and just followed her because the alternative was staying in the hot car. Long story short, we were at a pool. I was really confused, but once we were through the gate, Bree basically parked me at one of those little table bench things and said she'd be back in a while. I was still trying not to puke and was really dizzy from the heat. I mean, it was 90 plus degrees, and of course the drugs, so I'd asked her to take me home, but she wouldn't. I guess since it was day off, it was her day off, and she didn't have my niece. She was meeting friends at the pool. I was starting to feel really sick and on the verge of passing out or having a panic attack, so I called my brother. I don't think he could understand me between the meds and the stuff in my mouth because he hung up and I guess called Bree because she came stomping back over cussing and yelled me and took me back to the car. I passed out on the drive home, but when we arrived, my brother had left work and met us in the driveway. He was screaming at Bree and she was crying. I was still pretty disoriented, but my brother took me back home and stayed with me until the meds were up. That's when he told me he's divorcing Bree because of what she did, plus some other things he didn't go into detail about. Now it's been a few days since then and Bree had been blowing on my phone telling me what a bitch I am and how me tattling destroyed her family. Part of me feels bad because my niece and I wonder if I should have just dealt with it and waited for her to be done at the pool instead of calling my bro and causing problems. Am I the asshole?