We're in the same boat, Sis. I met my husband when I was 20 and he was 21. We eloped 7 months later because our parents had issues with the black/white thing. I lived in my house for 2 months with a 12 midnight curfew without my parents knowing I was married. At night we would go our separate ways. I started gathering things together to move into an apartment and my Mom said "That boy don't want you, he is just using you" I said "Mom, we're married. She sat down so hard I thought she fainted. Well, I met his Dad not to long after and we grew really close. He would talk to my husband for 5 minutes and then me for 30 minutes on the phone and my parents grew to love my husband too. 17 years, 2 kids and a dog later... we made it when people said we never would.
What a great story. "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner" remake.
Hey, no matter what color, race, sec, ethnicity we are, we all bleed red when we're cut, huh?
LOL. Reminds me of my own story. I married a white guy, moved to the other side of the country, and got pregnant quickly, all w/o telling my parents.
That first phone call was a doozy.
Thanks for the great reply. I guess I got lucky- it's a non-issue with my family and my in-laws. All of my siblings married people of different races. We could bring anyone home.