The Real Investment Of Marriage, As Told By Whoopi Goldberg
“I am invested in my kid. I’m invested in her kids. I’m invested in my son-in-law. I’m invested in my friends. But I am not invested in a relationship that would require as much as having a child…”
Ms. Goldberg does not believe the energetic investment a woman must make into a man is worthwhile and I completely understand her sentiments. I had to reflect on how draining sharing the world with masculine energy is, and how I have concluded that being single and childfree was my way to cope and create some reprieve from their leech tendencies after a few short years of being in relationships and trying to understand what the hell is so damn feminine about wanting a man around, all while trying to answer the following questions:
Why on earth do women love men so much that they want to be around them all the time? How do women feel so energized and cheerful around them while I feel like a shell of my former self the longer I allow them into my life?
Meeting women who were more than happy to engage with men and looked forward to permanently inviting masculine energy into their hearts and lives (and bodies) through marriage and motherhood never made sense to me because I am a woman who feels very deeply and I am not afraid to indulge my negative emotions that span far beyond any expectations everyone has for my life.
And the only feelings that come up for me whenever I must interact with men, and even women who are more masculine leaning than feminine, is that I am very sensitive to the testosterone! It’s far too overbearing, aggressive, controlling, and set in its ways for me to allow any form of loneliness or horniness, the kryptonite of women everywhere, to misuse my life force.
Sure, men compensate for their parasitic nature by creating an enjoyable world for women. We live in beautiful homes, wear stylish clothes, eat delicious food, engage in fun activities, and go on adventurous excursions because of men. So I definitely appreciate them for the ways they contribute to my high quality of life.
However, this appreciation does not and will not extend to me opening up the doors of my heart to allow my femininity and vitality to be influenced by that heavy, dense, domineering masculine energy by way of a relationship.
As Whoppi eloquently stated, “I don’t want somebody in my house,” with my house being my temple: my body, my heart, mind, spirit, and soul. I will interact with men outside of the holy gates because I am forced to, but at the end of the day my house is my place of rejuvenation.
No boys allowed.
This is a brief excerpt from the love letter published originally in Evil Single Woman, Sanni Lark’s curated methodology which intersects dark spirituality and self-exaltation with practical womanhood. To access the full-length love letter and receive daily foundational lessons, subscribe today.
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