I remember living with a man who insisted that money was low energy. Wed been together for nearly two years, and everything had been quite ordinary until about three months before it all changed. Back then, he held a job, contributed to our home, and kept a routine. Then one evening, he came home claiming to have had a spiritual awakeningapparently, his work no longer aligned with his true purpose. By the following week, hed handed in his resignation.
At first, I supported him. He told me he needed time to reconnect with himself, that he was worn down by the system, and wanted to live from a place of consciousness. So I carried on working as usualup at dawn, rushing out the door, returning home spent. He stayed in, meditating, watching self-help videos, and lighting incense. He said he was healing.
Weeks passed. He hadnt so much as offered a penny towards the rent. When I asked, he shrugged it off, suggesting that I shouldnt worryThe Universe always provides. This universe turned out to be me. It was I who began footing every billthe food, the rent, the train fareeverything. He ate, used the flat, the internet, the water, and electricity, all while claiming he didnt believe in billsthat such things were driven by fear.
One evening, exhausted from work, I came back to find him lounging on the sofa, listening to an audio book about abundance. I asked if we could discuss our finances. He told me I was in a scarcity mindset, that my stress would only attract negativity, and that I needed to surrender control. I was lividI explained it wasnt a matter of control but of responsibility. He looked at me with pity and replied that I simply hadnt woken up yet.
He promised that soon hed start making money through sharing his insightsmaybe consultations or some sort of sessions. Days passed, but nothing changed. Except that he began to critique everything I didhow I spoke, how I thought, even how I reacted. If I ever said I was tired, hed say my energy was too low. If I came home in a foul mood, hed announce that I was emotionally blocked.
Theres one moment that still stings. Id just lugged home bags from the shops and set them on the kitchen table. I asked him to help me put the groceries away. He replied that he was in deep meditation and couldnt disturb his energy. I said nothing. As I silently unpacked everything myself, I realised I didnt have a partnerId inherited a grown man who refused to take responsibility for his life.
Recently, I asked him to look for any kind of job. He firmly answered that he wouldnt submit again to something that made him unwell, just for the sake of paying bills. That I needed to understand and support him as a conscious partner. I told him theres a world of difference between supporting someone and keeping a person who does nothing. He was offendedsaid I didnt believe in him.
Now, I still work. I pay for everything and sometimes wonder at what point I stopped having a boyfriend and started sponsoring a spiritual internship under my own roof. Im not sure if Im his partner or his spiritual patron. All I know is that Im tiredand that no matter how much incense I light, the bills certainly wont pay themselves.
What am I supposed to do?
