Living with a bloke who claims that money is low energy is far less amusing than it sounds.
Weve been together for almost two years and, until three months ago, everything ticked along normally. He had a job, contributed to things, and even had a half-decent routine. Then one day he waltzes home and announces hes had a spiritual awakening and that his job no longer aligns with his purpose. By the weeks end, hed handed in his notice.
At first, I was supportiveencouraging, even. He said he needed to reconnect with himself, that the system was making him ill, and he wanted to live from consciousness. I kept heading to work as usual: up at the crack of dawn, dashing for the train, dragging myself home knackered. Meanwhile, he stayed at home, meditated, watched endless motivational videos, and burned so much incense my jumpers still smell suspicious on the school run. He said he was healing.
A fortnight passed and he still hadnt chipped in a penny towards the rent. When I asked, he said not to worryThe Universe always provides. Turns out, I was The Universe. Suddenly, Im footing the bill for food, council tax, gas, WiFievery last bit. He munched through my groceries, scrolled on broadband I paid for, enjoyed warm showers, but said he didnt believe in bills, as thats living in fear.
One evening, utterly exhausted, I came home to find him lying on the sofa listening to an audiobook about abundance. I said it was time for a chat about the finances. He told me I was stuck in a scarcity mindset, that my stress was attracting bad energies, and I needed to let go of control. Reader, I did not let go of control. I told him it wasnt about controlit was about being an adult. He looked at me pityingly and said I just hadnt woken up yet.
He promised hed soon be earning money from his higher knowledge. Giving workshops, doing coaching, something. Days slipped by and absolutely nothing happenedaside from him offering unsolicited critiques of everything I did: how I spoke, how I thought, how I felt. If I moaned about being tired, he said I was vibrating low. If I came home in a mood, I was emotionally blocked.
The moment that broke me arrived when, arms full of Tesco bags, I asked if hed please help me unpack. He was in deep meditation and couldnt disrupt his energy. I did it all myself, silently wondering how my boyfriend had become a middle-aged lodger whod decided responsibility is someone elses job.
Recently, I asked him (as gently as possible) if hed consider getting any job at all. He said hed never submit to wage slavery just to pay bills ever again. That I should understand and support him as a conscious partner. I said theres a difference between supporting someone and single-handedly funding their spiritual internship in my own flat. He was offended and said I simply didnt believe in him.
So today, here I am: working, paying for everything, and pondering the exact moment having a boyfriend morphed into sponsoring a shambolic gap year in my own home. Im no longer sure if Im his partner or his patron saint of mystical freeloaders. What I do know is no matter how much incense I waft about, the bills do not pay themselves.
What am I supposed to do now?
