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.
Too bad I couldn’t get an epidural before I told my parents I was dating a black man.
They finally announced they would attend our wedding a month before the big day. They begrudgingly accepted my husband because they still wanted me in their lives.
Our phone calls were still strained, but my parents only truly came around after my daughter was born almost 9 years ago.
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.