Old friend becomes new roommate. Agreed on a dry house now he is drinking. I know it’s not personal. It never is. But I can’t have it in my place of living. I just can’t. 

I saw him with a glass of something last night and I slyly asked ‘whatcha got there’? Didn’t matter what words he said, it was clear that it wasn’t orange juice. Still he lied to my face and said it ‘wasn’t that kind of drink’ before retreating into his room. 

Later he comes out visibly more drunk and just tries to play it off. Doesn’t work. He confesses. I said I already knew. Asked if I wanted to talk about it. Told him no, so I could think about what I wanted to say. 

Ultimately I ended up telling him that I have no moral high ground. I’m not angry. I asked what I can do to help. Never got a clear response, he just was quiet and ashamed, the way it goes. 

Not sure what to do next really. But I know I’m not drinking today.