This week I was able to exhale, but I also felt the need to brace myself at the same time. On Tuesday, Georgia elected Keisha Lance Bottoms governor, making her the first Black woman ever elected governor of a state in this country. Black voters across the South showed up in historic numbers, and Democrats had a powerful night in Georgia that sent energy far beyond its borders. Democrats are also projected to take control of both the House and the Senate, a sweep that gives voters a real check on the current administration.
And let me say this plainly. Black women showed up. Preliminary exit polls show that roughly 9 in 10 Black women voters backed Democratic House candidates this year, one of the strongest showings of any group in the country. We stood in the lines, drove our mothers and grandmothers to the polls, organized through our churches and sorority chapters, and carried our communities across the finish line once again. We did the work, and we did it with a clear understanding of what was at stake.
These are significant accomplishments, and it took a long damn time for Black people to get here. Too damn long. And that speaks volumes about the political nature of this country. Every one of these winds came with an incredible fight. A grassroots fight. Nothing about this moment was handed to us.
Then the week kept giving. The National Association of Black Storytellers held its Festival and Conference from November 4 to 8, a gathering devoted to passing down our oral histories, our ancestral wisdom, and the collective narratives that tell us who we are. On November 7, Black Men's Wellness Day in Los Angeles invited our brothers to practice collective self-care, holistic health, and the physical preservation of Black lives and families.
All of this is happening in the midst of a presidency that is attempting to remove Black history from the record. So none of these moments are small. Telling our stories out loud is resistance. Caring for our bodies is resistance. Voting is resistance.
Nothing Here Happened Overnight
Every win I named required time, work, and effort. In my own city, which has been called the second most systemically racist city in the country, we were not able to flip our sheriff seat blue, but we were able to hold the seats we already had. Holding ground counts. The result was built by people who kept organizing, knocking, registering, and believing long before the idea anything called a Blue Wave or Tsunami was possible. The storytellers did not start preserving our history this year. Our elders have been passing it down at kitchen tables and on front porches for generations. Men's wellness is not built in a day either. It grows through slow, consistent choices.
That is why the work is not finished. Many people are frustrated that Chuck Schumer is expected to keep leading the Senate and that Hakeem Jeffries is expected to become Speaker of the House. AIPAC - renamed the United Democracy Project (UDP) - praised both of them by name after the election. The fact they have done very little for the working class is loud. Wins at the ballot box matter, but the people who carried us there deserve leaders who will keep fighting for them long after election night.
Black love works the same way. In a world rushing toward instant gratification and fast-paced burnout, Black love has survived because we were willing to plant seeds, build slow foundations, and protect our peace. Our grandparents did not have the luxury of rushing. They built marriages, families, and entire communities through long seasons, and they did it while the world worked against them. That is rooted resilience, and it requires the luxury of time. But sometimes one person is doing all of the work to maintain the connection while the other person gets all of the credit for any good that comes from it.
This is where politics and partnership start to look alike. The people who do the most work are often the people who get thanked the least. In a relationship, that can look like one person remembering every appointment, planning every date, smoothing over every argument, and keeping the emotional temperature of the home steady, while the other person enjoys their peace alone without ever asking who helped maintain it. Over time, that imbalance turns love into labor, and labor without appreciation turns into resentment.
When we carry that energy into the one place we are supposed to be able to rest, which is our relationships, the damage begins. So here is the question I want to leave with you this week. We celebrate people who protect and support our community. But are we doing that for the people we love at home?
Who Carries the Weight
Black women showed up at the polls like no other group, and we do the same in our romantic relationships. We show up for our jobs, our churches, our friends, our families, and our communities. We show up for white men, white women, and everyone else who needs something done well. We stand tall in public spaces because we have to.
Then we get home, and the button does not turn off. When you spend all day being strong for everyone, it is hard to switch into softness at your own front door. Real partnership is supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where we do not have to perform our strength. Yet many of us end up dimming ourselves down and taking our capes off for our lovers while quietly feeling like we are still doing everything in the relationship.
Softness takes two people to create. It is not only on her to figure out how to unlock it, and it is not only on him to guess.
Below are five things for her and five things for him. Each list is meant to keep the relationship balanced, so that neither person feels like they are doing all of the work in the connection.
Five Things a Black Woman Can Do
1. Name the switch out loud. Tell your partner when you walk in the door still wearing the armor. Something as simple as "I need ten minutes to come down from today" gives him a map instead of a mystery. Silence gets read as distance. Words get read as an invitation.
2. Meet him where he is. Your partner might show love in a different way than you do. Take a minute to look at what he already does for you, and let it count. This does not mean you have to settle or lower your standards. It means you notice the good he is doing before you point out what is missing. If you only see what is missing, he may stop trying. When he feels seen, he is more likely to do more.
3. Ask for specific help and let it be imperfect. Hints are exhausting for both of you. Say "Can you handle dinner on Thursday" instead of hoping he notices. Then let him do it his way. If you redo it, you teach him that his help is not welcome, and you end up carrying the load anyway.
4. Build a decompression ritual. Pick something that marks the end of the workday and the beginning of home. A shower, a walk, an extra five minutes of music in the car, a change of clothes. Your body needs a signal that the cape can come off, and a ritual gives it one.
5. Practice receiving. Many of us are fluent in giving and clumsy at receiving. Let him run your bath. Accept the compliment without deflecting it. Let someone care for you without auditing how they do it. Receiving is a skill, and it is how we make room for tenderness.
Five Things a Black Man Can Do
Brother, this part is for you. You do not have to be perfect, but you do need to be present.
1. Notice the load before she names it. She has probably been strong for a lot of people before she reached you. Pay attention to her face, her shoulders, her energy. Ask "What did today cost you?" and then actually listen without rushing to fix it.
2. Take ownership of the mental load. Do not wait to be assigned tasks. Know when the bills are due, what is in the refrigerator, and whose birthday is coming up. When she does not have to manage you, she gets her energy back, and energy is what softness is made of.
3. Make your home safe for her softness. If she is vulnerable and you respond with jokes, defensiveness, or silence, she will put the armor right back on. Be the place where her tears, her fears, and her tired days are handled with care and never used against her later.
4. Tend to your own wellness. Black Men's Wellness Day reminded us that healthy men build healthy homes. Go to the doctor. Talk to a counselor or a trusted brother. Learn to name what you feel. A woman cannot fully rest beside a man who will not rest, heal, or speak.
5. Say thank you, specifically and often. Strong women still need to be seen. Tell her exactly what you noticed. "Thank you for handling that call with my mother" lands differently than a general compliment. Appreciation costs you almost nothing to give and means the world to receive.
The Slow Burn Is the Point
The same patience that built our political breakthroughs and preserved our stories can build our love. Nobody gets a governor's mansion, a living tradition, or a lasting partnership by rushing. We get them by planting seeds, tending them through hard seasons, and trusting that what is rooted deeply will hold.
Sis, you are allowed to take the cape off. You do not have to earn your rest by proving your strength one more time. Brother, you are allowed to hold the door open for her softness and to walk through your own. Neither of you has to do this perfectly. You only have to keep showing up with honesty, patience, and care.
If this feels like a lot, start small. Pick one thing from your list this week and do it without announcing it or waiting for a reward. Small, steady acts are how trust gets built, and trust is what allows two tired people to finally put their armor down.
This week we saw what Black people can build when we give something time and protect it fiercely. Let us give our relationships that same devotion. The ballot box showed us what is possible in the public square. Now let us bring that steadfast love home to the heart space, where it matters most. Let’s ride the wave of love.
Until next time,
Melissa
Slow Burn Love
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