They didn’t hate him because they found out we’d been dating for three years when they met him.
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.
No, we've never been thrown out of a restaurant, nor have we eloped to escape the cruel disapproval of our parents (though that might have made for a more exciting story).
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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.
Jet black hair, round brown eyes and typical Asian features.
For a little under a month, I had been seeing the woman that would eventually become my girlfriend.