Dating outside your marriage
My parents hated my husband the first time they met him.They didn’t hate him because he was a theater major and out of work actor.
My parents hated my future husband because his skin was too dark.They hated him because he is black At the end of August, my husband and I will celebrate 12 years of marriage, but the years leading up to the so-called happiest day of my life were the most challenging years I’ve ever been through.Here’s the thing: I never ever planned marry a black man.My family was the only Asian-American family in our small, rural town in the south.When I was finally allowed to date, I knew I was only allowed to date white boys.The one black male friend that stopped by our home to say hello to me started the biggest fight I’d ever had with my mother. If my parents exploded because my platonic friendship with a black guy, I was scared to imagine their reaction if I actually dated one.
When my husband first wooed me my freshman year in college, I threw away his phone number.
I was determined not to rock the boat by vowing not to date anyone whose skin color would not be accepted in our family.
It took him months to finally convince me to date him.
I tried not to fall in love with him, but my heart had a mind of its own.
While it’s more common to see interracial couples walking hand-in-hand at the park or in the mall these days,my then-boyfriend and I stuck out like sore thumbs in the south.
Here’s what you should know about dating outside of your race: Interracial dating is nothing like the movies depict it.