TLDR: I'm 22M and my roommate is 23M. We've been friends since high school and have been roommates for almost 3 years. After what happened this past weekend (I blacked out after just 2 drinks and the maths not adding up) I'm moving out immediately and my friend thinks I'm being an asshole because he'll likely have to pay rent next month or two by himself before he finds a roommate to take over my room.

For those of you who want more detail, I will still try to keep this as short as possible, the reason for our fallout is this:

We got a hotel for Coachella. At the end of the night, we returned to the hotel in a small group. I only had one drink prior, and had another drink at the hotel (in total: about 4 shots of tequila). I'm 6'3" and 195lbs. I have no idea what happened to the rest of the night.

The next memory I have is of maybe a few hours later. I'm sitting up in the hotel bed and a stranger is helping me put on my shirt and trying to button it up. He said I should go pack up to check out so I don't get charged for an additional night. I was so out of it I couldn't even react normally to the situation. I didn't say anything to him. I walked into the bathroom instead, and threw up.

This random person physically had to escort me out of the hotel room at this point. I couldn't even walk straight. He lead me to my room that I'd gotten with my friend. I had no idea where my phone or wallet was or who packed my suitcase, I guess my friend did some of those things. I later found out I left my entire bag of toiletries back at the hotel.

Even part of the morning has blanks in it. After this memory, I remember a valet approaching me to say 'sir, are you okay?'. I said I was, but I wasn't. Because I swear everything was so blurry.

It was about a 2 hour drive and I slept the entire way. I immediately went to my room and passed out. I woke up a little later and I suddenly wanted to look for my wallet and my phone but I ended up passing out again. By evening though, I was able to get up, shower, eat something, and my head felt clearer. I never recovered any memories.

My roommate kept trying to convince me I just drank too much and blacked out. I guess I did. But he didn't look out for me at all. I would have never done that to him. I called him out on it and we had an argument in which he refused to take any heat. And I could only say so much in my defense since I don't fucking remember anything.

I know it seems sudden, to just quit a friendship over one incident and I wish I could articulate my feelings. Ever since that night I just can't stand to be around my friend. I am feeling a lot of frustration and anger and confusion and disgust and shame.

The fair thing to do would be to help line up a new roommate and schedule the move. But I really just want to go home. I know I can stay with my parents until I find a place.