The Best Kind of Loving

A Black Woman's Guide to Finding Intimacy

Gwendolyn G. Grant, Gwendolyn Goldsby Grant

• Publisher: HarperCollins e-books
• Year: 2009
• Print ISBN:
  9780060924751
• eBook ISBN:
  9780061916502
• Topic: Personal Development
• Subtopic: Self Improvement

It has often been said that "if white America has a case of the sniffles, Black America catches walking pneumonia." When this credo is applied to relationships, common problems such as inadequate communication, commitment fears, financial struggles and infidelity carry an even greater weight. Yet, with hundreds of relationship books on the market, virtually none has explored the specific circumstances impacting relationships between African-American men and women.

In The Best Kind of Loving: A Black Woman's Guide to Finding Intimacy, renowned psychologist Dr. Gwendolyn Goldsby Grant addresses head-on the complex challenges in African-American relationships. "In addition to the social dynamics affecting male-female communications in general, as African-Americans, we carry the added burdens of myths and stereotypes that grow out of our real history of slavery, second-class citizenship and economic disenfranchisement," Grant explains.

In writing The Best Kind of Loving, Grant has provided an invaluable resource for Black women searching to understand the choices they make, the men they love and how to make the most of their strength, intelligence and wit. Compulsively readable, The Best Kind of Loving is unique in its scope and vision; women of all races and backgrounds will laugh, sympathize and nod their heads in recognition as they read about others not unlike themselves. Giving both pragmatic and realistic advice, Grant serves both as an advisor and confidant; she knows which situations may not work out, but also gives women ways to make the best of less-than-ideal circumstances.

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Sisters Going Through Changes

“What’s missing in my life right now is a positive relationship with a loving Black man. I am definitely ready for a genuine one hundred percent African American prince, but I’m not finding him. It seems like the brothers keep passing me by, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

—CHERYL, 28

Where Is the Man for Me?

Every sister I know wants an intimate love relationship. Every sister I know deserves an intimate love relationship. But it’s not always happening, and we don’t need to hear Bessie Smith singing the blues to understand what loneliness feels like. When you’re searching for the best kind of loving and what you’re finding instead is pain and frustration, it affects everything you do and everything you feel. You know what you’re missing, and you carry that sadness and heartache around with you wherever you go.

When Cheryl, for example, says that Black men are passing her by, she is testifying to her strong feelings of confusion and loneliness. In the most profound sense, these men are her brothers, as well as potential husbands and lovers. Yet, she feels as though she has been left out in the cold, without a mate, to fend for herself. In short, she feels betrayed as well as abandoned.

Her sense of disappointment is shared by Black women who live in large cities, Black women who live in the suburbs, and Black women who live in rural areas. It is shared by sisters who are still struggling to get off welfare and make better lives for themselves, and it is shared by sisters who have pulled themselves up to places where they have shining careers, solid finances, and glamorous lifestyles. All across America, women of African descent have the same kinds of concerns and the same kinds of hopes. We want to form loving partnerships with loving Black men, but all too often we end up feeling disappointed and shortchanged.

What has happened to our relationships? What is going on in the African American psyche that is making love so hard to come by and even harder to hold on to? Why are there so many lonely and defeated women and so many unavailable and unyielding men?

By now we have heard all the gloomy statistics and read the magazine and newspaper articles telling us that there is a crisis in our families and in our communities. We’ve seen the books that set us against each other—“all the brothers” against “all the sisters”—and we’ve watched the television talk shows featuring individual African American men and women who yell at each other and blame one another for relationships that failed. What does all this mean for the typical Black woman who is working hard and trying to do right? Like you, this sister is not a statistic. She’s a living, breathing human being who wants to find the love she deserves and the family life she craves.

Like you, she’s frustrated and tired of emotional turmoil. She wants answers and solutions, and she wants them now. She’s tired of blaming, and she is tired of being blamed. She’s willing to work hard at her relationships, but she doesn’t know what to do next.

Looking for Creative Solutions

If there is one thing the typical Black woman knows how to do, it is work. You know how hard we’ve worked, how hard our mothers worked, and how hard our grandmothers and great-grandmothers worked. Whether it is the high-profile sister working in today’s corporate or entertainment world or the anonymous sister of an earlier generation picking cotton in the summer sun, hard work is part of who we are. We’ve hoed, chopped, and quilted, and we’ve washed, polished, and scrubbed. Let’s not forget that our legacy includes the memories of sisters who kept house for much of America. We’ve raised our own children and everybody else’s children as well. We’ve done men’s work and women’s work. And we’ve done windows. Running from job to job, place to place, and back home to take care of her own family, the African American woman performed the first working-woman juggling act.

You also know that Black women know how to be creative and innovative. We’ve had to be. We’ve had a long history of taking what looks like nothing much and turning it into something special. We’ve taken discarded flour sacks, bleached them out, and stitched them into pillowcases, nightgowns, and dresses. We’ve taken turnip tops that were tossed away as being not worth eating and we’ve turned them into a pot of greens. We turned entrails into chitlins and neck bones into delicious meals. The rest of America thought that a chicken’s feet were just for walking, but we turned those feet into stew and had a strut-your-stuff party to celebrate. We did it to survive, physically and spiritually.

Right now Black America has a new survival problem, and you know it. You read the newspapers; you watch the news. You see what’s happening around you: Black men and women are complaining about each other; Black men are dating interracially because they say it’s “easier”; Black women are dating interracially because they say they have “no choice.” You know what kind of trouble you’re experiencing in your own relationships. You know when the brothers are passing you by, you know when the brothers are giving you grief, and you know when the brothers just don’t seem worth keeping. You know how hard it is to find a decent date, let alone a good husband.

Here’s our problem: How do we take all of our joined experiences, our fine energy, and our good intentions and put them together, so we can find a way to forge new and better relationships that will sustain us and help restore our families and our communities. We need to work together to pull together everything we know and everything we’ve experienced.

Learning from Experience
(Yours and Others’)

You know how when you watch girlfriends make choices and decisions that threaten to mess up their lives, you often can see exactly what they should be doing instead. It’s easy when it’s someone else’s life. Now I’m going to ask you to take your skill at analyzing what others are doing and use it to figure out what is going wrong and what is going right in your own relationships.

What I want you to do is take a look at the lives of some typical sisters to see which of their characteristics you share. Let’s see what they are feeling and doing. We’re going to see if we can get some insight into how we, as Black women, typically handle our personal lives. Let’s try to find the common denominators in this puzzle, so we can find some workable solutions to the problems we all share.

Different Backgrounds,
the Same Feelings

As you read about the women in this book, you will notice that some of the similarities among them are very obvious, whereas others are much more subtle. You may identify with one or more, or you may feel that your particular situation isn’t adequately represented. Please understand that we all have different kinds of family backgrounds, different financial realities, and different hopes, and it would be impossible for any one book to cover all the ways in which we are different from one another. Each of us is special and unique, and any sister who has ever listened to the testaments remembers Jesus assuring us that “even the hairs on our head are numbered.” And I believe that’s true.

However, despite our individual “specialness,” we recognize the common themes that keep playing out in our relationships. We hear girlfriends complain, and we hear when we’re saying the same thing even when we use different words. In short, everywhere in America, sisters are feeling the same thing. There are good reasons for this. If you grew up Black and female, in all likelihood you have shared specific types of experiences and emotional crises with other women of African descent.

Typically, we are trying to forge relationships to men of African descent, all of whom also share similar trials and hardships in the contemporary world. And, let’s never forget that all of us, male and female, share a common history that left us with emotional traumas and a psychological legacy that we can’t deny. It’s easy to see why we’re all having similar feelings and disappointments.

Sisters Talking About
What They Feel

Black women have a long-honored tradition of sharing their personal experiences with each other. Men who don’t see the positive value of this kind of communication often complain about it and call it “hen talk.” I call it “kitchen talk” and believe that it has its roots back in the plantation kitchen. There, in the only inviting room of the house, working with other women, a sister knew it was safe to be herself and to tell the truth as she saw it. This ability to share the experiences of pain, joy, sorrow, and humor with other Black women is an extraordinarily positive part of who we are. Our great-grandparents even carried it into our churches, where testimony service became a regular part of Sunday morning. I’ve spent many an hour, as a child and as an adult, listening to women share their experiences, both woeful and triumphant.

In my opinion this experience of sharing played an essential role in the establishment of a strong functioning sister network. Generations of Black women have networked with other sisters whom they trusted. Historically, sisters have always trusted each other to share work, cooking, cleaning, and child care. But equally important is the way we’ve trusted other sisters to hear us out when we talk about what’s going on and help us sort out what’s happening in our lives. When you’re able to tell the truth about your life as you see it and another sister identifies with it, it’s a gratifying and empowering experience. Who but another sister is going to understand the experiences you’ve had? Who but another sister is going to be able to help you make decisions about your life? Who but another sister is going to be able to laugh with you, hurt with you, and cry with you? Who but another sister is going to understand the intense and often contradictory reactions you experience toward the men you let into your life?

What follows are stories of three sisters who are searching for love and not finding what they want. As you read about these women, see how many of the feelings they express are ones you share.

Three Sisters Who Are Still Searching

CHERYL, A SISTER WHO BLAMES HERSELF

Cheryl, a 28-year-old single mother, says that she is feeling completely disgusted with the way her personal life is turning out. As she looks back at the major events that made her feel this way, she concludes that she’s always too late in figuring out what’s happening. She blames herself even when it’s not her fault. She says:

“I never ‘get it’ soon enough. I’m always there, like a fool, believing what I’m being told, and then one day it’s like bam, I wake up. I figure it out, but it’s always too late.”

Cheryl, who is an administrative assistant in a large hospital, has many solid accomplishments, including a beautiful 10-year-old daughter and a job with a future. However, she wants more. She wants to build a life with a man who loves her and her child. As much as she yearns for a solid permanent relationship with an African American man, she complains that “most black men are up to no good.”

She says: “I’ve never really witnessed a good relationship. And I can’t help but think this is part of my problem. My daddy left home when I was eight, and he moved in with a lady who was my mama’s best friend, or so she thought. He’s always been embarrassed about how he did my mother, and I think he was too guilty about not having money for us ever to pay much attention to me or my brother. I can’t say he doesn’t mean well, but he’s never been much of a father. I used to try to get to know him better because I wanted him to be part of my life, but he’s so passive there’s no reaching him.”

Cheryl has been in counseling, and this has helped her to see the ways in which her behavior with men is connected to her childhood experiences. She realizes, for example, that when she was an adolescent, she was much too anxious to tie herself up with one relationship—trying to get a sense of security by finding a man to hang on to. Like most of us, she discovered that the only way to find security is within yourself. But this lesson, which she keeps relearning in different ways, didn’t seem real to her when she was 15 and she met a 17-year-old brother named Lloyd.

“Lloyd got me pregnant the first time when I was only sixteen. It’s probably lucky for me that I lost that baby, but Lloyd got me pregnant again in less than a year. I’m happy about it though. My daughter is the most important person in my life, and she forced me to get my life together. If I didn’t have her, I don’t know where I’d be. And I’ve been lucky with her because I’ve had my mother and aunt to help me.”

As much as Cheryl loves her mother, she is concerned about repeating her patterns in relationships. She says: “As far as men are concerned, my mother always rolled over and played dead. She doesn’t think she’s that way; she thinks she’s tough. But I’m telling you she never took care of herself. Don’t get me wrong. My mother is a wonderful woman who always managed to find a way to put food on the table. She cleaned houses, she cleaned offices. She did whatever she had to do to keep it together. She always taught me to believe in myself, and she’s made me keep going no matter what.”

Anyone who has ever found herself alone with a young child can understand how difficult it was for Cheryl to maintain a positive attitude after her baby was born. She was just a teenager who had to find a way to support herself and her child. Lloyd, the father of her child, was coming around to see her less and less often, and she was feeling a sense of loss and abandonment. She was very hurt, but she tried not to let it show. Cheryl told me that although she didn’t want to face it at first, she knew in her heart that she and Lloyd didn’t have a real future by the way he acted toward her and their baby.

“Lloyd would tell people that I was his fiancée, but even so he started disappearing on me right away. When I was young and didn’t have a child, he was grabbing at me all the time, but once the baby came, it was different. It was like he didn’t care anymore. At first, I was all bothered about it, but in the end I didn’t mind that much. If he didn’t want to be there, I sure didn’t need him!...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Dedication
• Contents
• Acknowledgments
• Introduction:
• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• 5
• 6
• 7
• 8
• 9
• 10
• Resource List
• Reading List
• Searchable Terms
• About the Author
• Copyright
• About the Publisher