My boyfriend and I met in August of 2007 at a bowling alley. We talked from that night until late October when we had our first date on the 27th. We decided to begin our relationship together that night. We both knew things would be rough for us and our families but we decided to be together anyways. As predicted, in November I told my parents about the relationship and they were immediately upset and did not approve at all. We quickly fell in love and realized that we were meant to spend life together, and we would be together no matter the opposition.
My husband and I met online in 1999. I didn't know what race he was...i really didn't care. But i was a bit shocked when i learned he was Caucasian. His personality and intelligence and dire commitment erased all doubt i had about interracial relationships. We officially met in person in September of 1999, he moved in with me in December. We bought our first home in June of 2000, got married in August of 2000 and had a son in April 2001. Things went really quickly. We never openly faced any blatant opposition from strangers...our discord was from our families and the typical stereotypes.
We met in 2003 and were married in 2005. Allen had been in one prior marriage (also biracial) and Karen had never been married. We've been perfect for each other; we are like best friends, only better! We've never had an argument. Everything just clicks into place for us.
I am a Pakistani American married to an Irish American man. Religion was not as much of an issue as my gender is female. We have been best friends and gone to school together for ten years and have been married for five. His family suffered from liberal racism, divorces, and being stuck between Marin County 'upper-caste' culture and lower-middle class every day realities.
My fiance and I met almost 5 years ago. I am black and from New York, he is white and from the South. I have always dated inter-culturally, and so has he. When we met, we both admitted that our families were not open to the idea of our dating and were not supportive of all the inter-cultural dating either of us had done in our lives. But, we didn't care. We fell in love and have been happily together for many years and will be married in the fall.
My husband and I have been together for 13 years and married for 8 of those. He is Filipino and I am white. We have a fabulous son and a marvelous daughter, both which do not look like me, except for red highlights in their hair. I love my husband's family and he loves mine, race has never been an issue and we are blessed for that. The only time race ever comes up is when I am out in public with my kids and someone will stop and say, "Your kids are beautiful...What are they?" I get so frustrated inside because the question seems so lame. I feel like saying..."kids??
I told my parents about my relationship with my South African/Indian boyfriend and their reaction was disappointing (I am Chinese). It is now 2006, and I really thought my parents were a lot more modern. I was very wrong. From day one my dad has told me not to go for anyone who is not Chinese, and his reasons are racist, purely based on someone's physical appearance. Thank you for this website, which is filled with inspiring stories for me. The battle has only just begun, we have been together for 8 months and I only told my parents about the relationship 2 months ago.
My fiancé and I are an interracial couple (he is black and I am white). We are history buffs and are very familiar with the legal history of interracial marriage in the United States. I actually wrote a paper on the subject in law school. We are planning to be married on June 12, 2007 after dating for over seven years. We are choosing this date because it is the Fortieth Anniversary of the case and out of respect for those who fought for the right to marry across racial lines (also, we both live in Virginia).
I am getting married on 7/7/07 to the best man I know. I am Caucasian and he is Korean. Our families have been happy to celebrate our love and although it's not perfect (when is it when joining two families together?!), it is pretty good.
I met the woman who would be my wife in 1991 (she's black and I'm white). We were friends for several months before considering a relationship. Both of us had been in interracial relationships before. She proposed to me three days before Christmas in 1992 and we married on March 18, 1995. We faced prejudice from both sides of the family but once we started having kids, family relations improved dramatically. We have two biracial sons now and have been happily married for 11 years.