I need advice. 

My roommate, best friend EVER - in my whole life of 50 years, and a guy that’s like my little bro used meth for a year.  It was horrible. 

He was hooking up all the time, no big. 

But, he was blowing me off.  We went from tons of fun, to nothing.  He lied about any and everything. A year of this went on. 

I nearly died once and went to an outpatient rehab 3x a week. Seemed ok.  But then, 6 weeks later, I caught him in lies again.  He admitted to a relapse. We talked it out. 

Now, he’s got a guy that he likes. I’ve never met him.  They go to a bathhouse and play with each other I am told. 

Last night, Friday, my bestie says he wants to meet his friend at the bathhouse and will be home early. (We had big plans for today). 

10:30 I text.  I’m worried.  He’s st a know meth place, on Friday, which allows him the weekend to get through withdrawals, and I’m scared. 

We share our location on our phone and I see he stopped.  So now I don’t know where he really is anymore. 

10:40 I text that my suspicions are increased cause I don’t know where he is.  We live  in a big city and safety is kinda important. Especially in emergencies. 

11, I text again.  I’m spiraling into freak out mode. 

12:10, I tell him to cancel the plans.  I put my ticket out.  I don’t want to hang with him. 

12:45 he texts he reasons it’s all ok and that I’m overreacting without facts. 

5:30am he texts that he spent the night at his buddies.  He says he’s sad. I’m too much. He’ll be home in a bit. 

8am. He’s not home. 

What do I do?  He is my bestie.  I rent to him, which complicates it, but I really care about him and want him to be happy. But I need to be happy too. 

I hate my life.