Dating people of different races

09-Sep-2019 14:30

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.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..action_button.action_button:active.action_button:hover.action_button:focus,.action_button:hover.action_button:focus .count,.action_button:hover .count.action_button:focus .count:before,.action_button:hover .count:bullet. Error Banner.fade_out.modal_overlay.modal_overlay .modal_wrapper.modal_overlay [email protected](max-width:630px)@media(max-width:630px).modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:hover:before. My initial hesitance to dating outside my race was birthed from both experience and ignorance.Not only was my upbringing littered with a constant reminder of our deeply convoluted roots (see: any Spike Lee Joint), but I also matriculated through predominantly white primary schools, survived “Southern Rites”-like neighborhoods (in both Georgia and Maryland) and bumped rap music in my CD player obsessively.

My parents hated my future husband because his skin was too dark.

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.

Still, dating outside my race felt like playing hooky for the first time.

But I took a bite and quickly learned interracial dating involved the same basic ingredients as any other relationship: a new learning curve, some compromise and, well, understanding of differences.

My parents hated my future husband because his skin was too dark.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.Still, dating outside my race felt like playing hooky for the first time.But I took a bite and quickly learned interracial dating involved the same basic ingredients as any other relationship: a new learning curve, some compromise and, well, understanding of differences.It made the thought of being black and dating someone not black intriguing, but extremely painful to digest.