Im living with a bloke who insists that money is low energy.
Weve been together for nearly two years, and honestly, everything was ticking along fine until about three months ago. He had a job, chipped in, kept to a routine. Then out of nowhere, he came home one evening and announced hed had a spiritual awakeningthat his job was no longer in harmony with his true purpose. He quit the very next week.
At first, I backed him up. He told me he needed time to connect with himself, said he was exhausted by the rat race and wanted to live consciously. Meanwhile, I carried on with my life: up early, dashing out the door, coming home shattered. He stayed inmeditated, watched endless self-help videos, lit incense sticks. According to him, he was healing.
Two weeks went by and he hadnt put so much as a penny towards the rent. When I asked, he told me not to worrythe Universe always provides. Unfortunately for me, the Universe turned out to be yours truly. I was covering all the groceries, bills, travel, everything. He sat at home eating, using the flat, the Wi-Fi, the water, the electricity, but insisted he didnt believe in bills, because, apparently, thats just fear-based living.
One day, I came back from work, completely knackered, and found him lying on the sofa listening to an abundance meditation. I told him we needed to talk about money. He told me I was stuck in a scarcity mindset, that my stress was attracting bad vibes, that I needed to let go and stop trying to control everything. I lost my rag. I said this wasnt about control, it was about being responsible. He just looked at me like I was a lost cause and told me I still wasnt awake.
He kept promising hed start earning soonfrom his new wisdom. Hed run some sort of sessions, give advice, that sort of thing. Days slipped by and nothing changed. If anything, he started nitpicking at everything I didhow I spoke, how I thought, how I reacted. If I said I was tired, he said I was vibrating at a low frequency. If I came home in a mood, he reckoned I was emotionally blocked.
There was one moment that really stuck with me. I came back from the shops, arms full of heavy bags, dumped them on the table and asked if he could help me put them away. He said he was in deep meditation and couldnt break his energy. I said nothing. As I packed everything away on my own, I realised I didnt have a partnerI had a grown man whod decided to duck out of any real responsibility.
The other day, I asked him to find a jobany job, really. He told me he wouldnt go back to serving the system that made him ill, just for the sake of bills. He said I should understand and support him as a conscious partner. I told him theres a difference between supporting someone and bankrolling a bloke who does nothing. He took offence, said I didnt believe in him.
So here I am, still working, paying for absolutely everything, wondering when having a boyfriend turned into sponsoring some sort of spiritual sabbatical in my own flat. Im not sure if Im his partner or his spiritual patron. All I know is Im worn out, and however much incense I burn, the bills still dont pay themselves.
What am I supposed to do?
