I live with a man who insists that money has low energy. Weve been together nearly two years, and until three months ago, everything seemed ordinary. He had a job, contributed, kept a routine. But then, one evening, he came home and announced hed had a spiritual awakening and his work no longer resonated with his calling. The following week, he resigned.
At first, I stood by him. He said he needed time to reconnect with himself, that he was weary of the system and yearned to live consciously. I carried on as usual, rising early, rushing out into the drizzly London morning, coming home worn and drained. He stayed in, meditating, watching personal growth videos, burning sandalwood incense by the window. He claimed he was healing.
Two weeks passed and he still hadnt contributed to the rent. When I brought it up, he told me not to worry the Universe always provided. It turned out that I was the Universe. I began footing the bill for food, utilities, the council tax, the Tube. He ate, enjoyed the flat, WiFi, water, lights but claimed he didnt believe in bills, as they signified a life ruled by fear.
One evening, I returned home thoroughly exhausted to find him sprawled on the sofa, listening to a podcast about abundance. I said we needed to talk about money. He replied that I was in a scarcity mindset, that my stress attracted bad vibrations, and I simply needed to let go. I bristled. I told him it wasnt about control, but responsibility. He looked at me with pity and said I was still not awakened.
He promised hed soon begin earning through his insights. That hed offer coaching, sessions, something. Days drifted by and nothing happened. The only thing that changed was how he started correcting everything I did my speech, my thinking, my reactions. If I said I felt tired, he told me I was vibrating at a low frequency. If I came home in a foul mood, hed say I was emotionally blocked.
There was a moment that stuck with me. I lugged shopping bags into the kitchen, dropped them on the counter, and asked for a hand putting things away. He told me he was in deep meditation and couldnt break his energy. I said nothing. As I sorted groceries alone, it struck me I didnt have a partner, but a fully grown man whod opted out of being responsible for his own life.
Recently, I asked him to look for a job any job. He told me he refused to submit again to something that made him ill, just for the sake of paying bills. That I was meant to understand and support him, as a conscious partner. I told him theres a difference between standing beside someone and keeping someone who does nothing. He took offense, said I didnt believe in him.
Today, Im still working and paying for everything, wondering when having a boyfriend changed into funding an unpaid spiritual internship in my own home. I dont know if Im his partner or his patron saint. All I know is Im drained, and no matter how much incense I burn, the bills dont pay themselves.
What am I meant to do?
