My story isn't nearly at the level of anyone's here, but I can say that the dubious attitude of the family will subside with time and with getting to know the true nature of one another.
Boyee, your story is so touching and I feel as if I have so much to relate to it except that my story has to do with a same-sex marriage to which my family still don't know. However, my partner's family (brown West Indians, same as I am) are totally accepting of us and whenever I am around them I feel as if I am part of a family. I pray for the day my parents and family come to know of me and accept him for who he is and accept us as a normal couple so we can sit at dinners, travel together and have lots of family gatherings where no one would judge.boyee6576 said:I am white Canadian and my husband is from India. His family has accepted me with open arms and I am extremely close to them. I was not really keen to tell my family about him but I kept mentioning him in our converstations. My parents didnt say much they knew that something was happening and that I was starting to fall in love. I had showed them pictures of him and although he is not very dark skinned my parents didnt say much about him, just said he was cute. When I planned my first trip there I had to hide it. I didnt know how they would react because it was internet thing and I knew they would object. Finally I broke the news and my mother I thought was going to beat me. She was angry and worried and thinking he was using me and only wanted into the country etc. It was difficult but although I respecting and understood her feelings, it was my life and my decision. It was not his race that concerned my parents but they were worried about motives. My mum and dad have talked to him many times and they now love him dearly and consider him as much a member of the family as the other son inlaws. She said he is the nicest man she has ever spoken too. My two youngest sisters were not in agreement, because of his race. They were convinced I would have to wear a head to toe covering, walking a distance behind my man and in their words, stink like most indians do of curry and garlic. I was totally angry but thought I would enlighten them since they were ignorant of anything to do with those from India. Still they were rude and wouldnt even talk to him when he tried to chat with them online, they would always leave, never trying to find out anything about him or even have a convo with him. They just judged him knowing nothing about him or indian culture. My sisters still have nothing to do with me or my kids for 4 years. They call me the white indian since I make indian dishes and have many beautiful indian dresses that my husband and his family gave me. I wear them with pride and it makes me feel close to my husband I dont care what people thing when I wear the salwar suit I wear it as an honour to my husband and I like wearing it. I feel like I have a family when I am with my husbands family I have a sense of belonging that I dont have with my own family. I am not allowed to go to family gatherings since my sisters wont come if I am there so I have to stay way cause it stresses my mother out that my sisters are mean when I am there. I dont apologize for loving a man from another race. He is the best thing that has every happened to me I am sorry for those that have blinders on when it comes to love and cant see beyond the skin. Someones worth has nothing to do with color its much deeper than thats, its the heart. the heart has no color and sees no color and it loves unconditonally. I have the love I have dreamed of and he just happens to be beautifully brown