Currently Listening Among My Swan By Mazzy Star see related

relationships are investments

they are.  physically, emotionally, mentally, even spiritually. 

for a person who claims to love another to an aching degree, 30 minutes is a small investment.  comfort, discomfort, shmumfort.  excuses, excuses.  it's a small investment.  period. 

investment analysts want their clients to be secure with the variety in their investment portfolio, and so it is for a woman (and for a man, but i especially address a woman's needs since i am one).  we need to feel secure from a variety of angles in a relationship.  if a man refuses to take steps to provide that security, how can a woman say "yes" to a lifetime? 

perhaps the physical investment is secure.  out of all four, that's the easiest part; therefore, it takes no special talent on anyone's part, so in the grand scope of things, it's not worth that many kudos.  what about the mental investment?  perhaps that is secure as well.  the conversations are interesting.  the intellectual stimulation exists.  so, we add some kudos to the bag.  it just so happens, though, that my emotional security is left wanting.  i need to feel understood.  my emotional needs are connected to my spiritual side.  they are connected to my physical being and to my mental well-being.  i will be happy KNOWING and FEELING that i am understood. 

how can i be willing to invest hours, days, and years if a man isn't willing to invest 30 flipping minutes a week?  you're willing to invest that amount of time riding the elevator with complete strangers each week, but you can't do that for someone you claim to LOVE?  you're willing to stand in line for 30 minutes each week ordering fruit smoothies from complete strangers to satisfy your physical needs, and yet you can't do that to satisfy one you claim to love?   

i'm just very disappointed.  even surprised.  a bit frustrated, and definitely dumbfounded.  what a way to massacre hope!