Throwing up after a drunker stopper ruined my friendship. AITA?
I (26F, Indian origin) made a friend J (27F, Swedish). During a rough patch — work, love life, and a visa nightmare — she invited me to dinner. We agreed on frozen food and drinks, with her condition that she didn’t want to get too drunk as she had plans the next day. She’s a very systematic, busy person: 4-hour daily commute, cares for a horse every other day, keeps an immaculate home.
The evening started great — frozen pizza, charcuterie, vodka mixed with probiotic drinks. We talked about love, men, danced drunkenly, sang along to “The Ordinary” by Alex Warren. Then my memory went to flashes. I projectile vomited, slipped in it, fell hard. J helped me up, got me into the shower, and held me while I sobbed about wanting to be loved. I passed out on her couch.
Morning was brutal. I have a history of serious gut issues that had resurfaced — vomiting bile, blinding headache. She made me hot water. I caught glimpses of her cleaning but assumed it was regular Sunday cleaning, unaware of the full extent of the damage. When she asked if I could head home — it being her only free day — I agreed. She even gave me a plastic bag for the commute, which I needed.
I texted her that afternoon, opened humorously, apologised profusely, and asked if I’d done anything embarrassing. No response for 24+ hours. Then a long message: she was glad I was okay, but disappointed I hadn’t offered to help after recovering. The vomit had hit the floor, carpet, walls, and a hallway dresser. She’d needed to call her parents for help — embarrassing for her — and felt I’d crossed her boundary about drinking.
I apologised deeply, offered to compensate anything, said I’d understand if she needed space. She asked to be reimbursed for the dresser. I sent the money immediately.
I booked an emergency therapy session. My therapist — who knows me well, knowing I have CPTSD, high anxiety, and am on antidepressants — reviewed the entire thread and said J was “being extremely unreasonable, only blaming and shaming me without giving me a chance to redeem myself.” She asked: “If roles were reversed, would you have done the same thing? Would you have shamed her? Would you have dumped all of this on her knowing what she’s going through? I see you here and you look beaten down.” My Swedish therapist also noted: “She and I are of the same culture and I would never do this to a loved one.”
Two other Swedish friends, who knew my gut issues firsthand, called J’s reaction rude and said they’d never prioritise material things over my health.
Still, I reached out to J saying I wished she’d just called me that morning — I would’ve come immediately. She replied it wasn’t her responsibility to ask me to clean up my own mess. I acknowledged that but said I simply hadn’t known the full extent due to memory gaps, and wished she’d come to me directly instead of parents. She brought up that I’d asked for a blanket while she was scrubbing floors. We agreed to disagree; she saw no fault in herself whatsoever.
We haven’t spoken since. My visa was rejected and I’ve moved away, but this still eats at me.
AITA? Did she overreact? Was this just miscommunication and human error?
PS - DRUNKEN STUPOR