We've been together about six years, living together for three and half. he works for a large corporation, and has been working remotely since Covid came to town
By working, I mean he attends hourish-long meetings on Monday and Thursday mornings, on Teams, cameras off, and to which he never seems to contribute much of anything. He spends maybe ten to fifteen minutes a day replying to emails. Very occasionally he has to make a phone call.
About three hours of work a week, tops. For this he pulls in nearly three times my income. And he recently got promoted.
I'm a nurse. I don't wanna be one of those healthcare workers who acts holier-than-thou about his job, but I do spend 12 hours on my feet. Working. Granted, I only work 3 or 4 days a week, but when I come home I'm exhausted.
We split our finances evenly, and he has never hesitated to give me money when I need it or he even thinks I need it. We split housework evenly, and he always does his fair share. He is loving, caring, considerate. He's always interested in me. He always asks about my day.
I stopped asking about his day a long time ago. The answer was always the same: “not much.”
He's had a relatively easy life. That's not his fault, it's just how the dice landed. He grew up solidly middle class and did the things he was supposed to do and things fell into place for him. I grew up poor. I've been working since my teens. I spent much of my adulthood poor, but I managed to get myself through school and I've been proud of my accomplishments.
I come home after a long day and see him lounging around in the same clothes he slept in, and I find myself just seething with jealousy and anger at how unfair the world is. I don't wanna blame him, or anyone, for being the benefactor of luck they didn't ask for, but I can't deny my feelings. I can't deny that increasingly I am seeing the person I love as a symbol of so much that is wrong in the world today. And I do love him, and I don't want to feel this way.
tl;dr: My partner gets paid a lot for doing very little. It's making me resentful and starting to affect how I see him. Does anybody out there have a similar experience? How do you navigate these feelings?