Months back, I drank too much alcohol one night and came home to my apartment around 11pm. Obviously since I was very drunk, I don't remember too much detail from the night itself. But I was worried I was **dangerously** drunk (it's happened before), so I called my mom to see if she thought I needed to go to the hospital. 

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She asked if any of my roommates were home (one was), and to see if they were awake and what they thought. So I knocked on my roommate's door (IDK if he was asleep or not, can't remember), and he took the phone and started talking to my mom, reassuring her "It's ok, I'm going to take care of him and make sure nothing happens, etc." (He's a very nice guy, sincerely.) I think he put on a movie or something and just sorta made sure I didn't choke on vomit or stop breathing or something. (Again, I don't really remember.) We had only been roommates for about a month, so we weren't childhood besties or anything, but we had gotten along swimmingly during that time and really clicked.

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The next morning, I woke up massively hungover and vaguely remember what happened the night before. I was late to work, but before I left I wrote him a thank you note, telling him how much I appreciate what he did, that I've been struggling really badly with alcoholism for the past 2-3 years (I'm 25, he's 29) but I'm doing a lot to get better and trying really hard to stay sober, and that I'd like to take him out to dinner or buy him an xbox game or something to repay him. I slid the note under his door and went to work.

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That was the last we ever interacted really. He hasn't said a word to me or looked me in the eye in MONTHS. We used to hang out all the time. Now, whenever he is home, he always has his headphones on, cooks dinner and takes it into his room to eat, he moved the tv from the common area into his room so he can watch it in there (we bonded when we first met over liking the same movies and shows, and watched a lot office together.) I always say "hey" or "What's up" when I see him, he never responds (literally no response.) I try occasionally to make conversation, it never happens. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, he just shook his head. The whole time I'm just thinking "...Damn..."

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I asked him point-blank if I did anything to upset him after a few weeks of this. He said "No." and went back to what he was doing. He's European so maybe it's partly a culture thing? He's a really nice guy; I know this because we were good friends when I first moved in. 

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It's never cool to get so drunk that you need someone to make sure you don't need hospitalization; I feel bad that I put him through that. **FULL DISCLOSURE**: As I mentioned, I've been struggling with alcoholism, along with depression, pretty badly. My dad and my brother are alcoholics (I'm told there's a family gene that makes it worse?). I was at my worst senior year of college; I had to be hospitalized four separate times after drinking too much, always by myself. The final time I was hospitalized, I was found passed out on a public sidewalk at 4pm on a Monday, woke up in the ER and was told I blew a 0.4 BAC. I went to rehab for alcohol a month later, and was sober for a few months, but I relapsed on the night of this story when I went on a date that I thought went really well but was then told she didn't really like me (or something like that). I had a moment of weakness/insecurity/shame and went to a local bar to avoid feeling my emotions. The night unfolded as you might imagine and I ended up getting drunk enough to worry seriously that I needed to go to the hospital again.

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Other than this one area of my life, which I'll admit has negatively affected many people around me the past few years (namely parents, ex-gf, and college roommates) and nearly killed me on several occasions, I try to be a really considerate person. I care \*a lot\* about making sure I'm treating people with kindness and consideration and respect, and that they feel comfortable around me. My past girlfriends have all told me what they really liked about me is how sweet and kind they think I am. And this roommate is also a very kind and good person. But I can tell he just fucking hates me. I'm moving out in a few months, and he's been living here for much longer than I have, so I'm just gonna bite the bullet and respect that and try to spend as much time out of the house as possible so that he doesn't have to feel uncomfortable in his own home (which he clearly is when I'm around.)

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Dude fuckin hates me, hates when I'm around, and wants nothing to do with me and makes that clear. Is it because I'm an asshole?