Couples' Stories

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.

For the past four years as an African American I have been dating my wonderful girlfriend who is Chinese. We met in high school and started off as best friends and soon ended up lovers, I still remember the day I took her to the prom in her beautiful white gown.

So far the people where we live are very accepting and respectful of my girlfriend and I except for the occasional blatant stare we get when walking down the street, but we have been strong and faced down every challenge.

My husband and I met in Nepal, where he was a Marine Security Guard at the embassy in Kathmandu and I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in a village far from the capital. Today, nearly 16 years (12 married) and four beautiful children later, I'm still taken aback when I think that some people once considered our marriage and children an abomination...and that some still might.

I grew up the eldest of two South Asian women in an Indian-American family. Given my family's particular brand of South Asian culture, I was not only raised to be very aware of race and aspire to a "model minority" aesthetic but to be "extremely discerning" with regard to my choice of marriage partner.

My wife and I met in my hometown on Long Island. She is from Tanzania and I am Italian-American. My parents really surprised me. They love my wife so much, I think more than they love me, sometimes.