How to improve the end of marriage between races, my mental state

They say this when you marry your wife, also marry their families. These words cannot be a thunderbolt. Unfortunately, these external forces are what led to my first marriage – which happened to be a relationship between races.

I am a colored American woman, and my former husband is the Italian American. We met in the church, and at first bound our common spiritual beliefs and artistic interests. After 10 years of being together for six years, I applied for divorce because I loved myself a lot to lose myself-my true psychological, which represented my culture and heritage proudly.

My family did not give me any reaction when they learned of my participation. In fact, they supported our union and dealt with my ex -husband with the utmost respect. However, we faced opposition from some members of his family.

I never knew what I was participating in before meeting his family, but soon I discovered that I was on a wild trip. It seems that the family has developed false assumptions from me from the moment they met. I ever felt my interrogation of the Federal Investigation Office, as they asked me in inappropriate questions about some of the most intimate parts of my personal life.

Perhaps I should have given the marital union more thinking before signing the dotted line, but I do not regret it a little given that it pushed my own journey to a completely new level.

I will never forget our wedding day, and I walk in the church corridor, which distracts his attention from the family drama that occurred a few days ago. We tried not to give the situation a lot of energy, because we refused to allow him to roam our time.

Getting tensions remained from the day we announced our participation after the day we exchanged our covenants. We did not want any additional disturbances or pressure on its expense while planning the wedding, so we had to set fixed boundaries, such as not allowing this individual to dictate our decisions. He created a serious problem, to the extent that we have seen that the adults cultivated behave like young children and threw anger to not reach their path.

I will lie if I deny that these uncomfortable moments of adversity are still included in my mind. This is what comes to mind in the beginning when I remember our marriage, which leaves me with consistent thinking when memories have come back to appear.

Of course, our cultural differences were responsible for these conflicts. I can say that racist prejudice is cloudy of the strong comments that were directed on my way.

After our participation, we scolded our husband for not informing them of the proposal in advance, as if I had some magic crystal ball that predicts the date of asking the previous question. This person also tried to talk to us about marriage and suggested that this lead to early pregnancy – such as what all women who look like me.

Consider, we were twenty -three years old at the time and in the early stages of our career, so thinking about having children was far from our minds. After seven years, we are still without children. It is too late, this brings me comfort, because their offensive comment affected my decision not to want to bring children to this blood line. This also played a role in divorce, because I still want the young.

I remember that I was at the recipient of a few ethnic motivated comments. What is crazy, I was not the person who would have attended the race during family gatherings. They were, and some family members are randomly, unjustified stupid notes.

In one case, one of the elderly brought an episode of Find your roots With Ben Affleck, where the actor discovered that one of his predecessors was the owner of a slave. The law’s response to Affleck’s disappointment was that “it must” just overcome it “because we cannot change the past. I have no idea how this conversation appears, but this is just one example of the ignorant nonsense that will come out of their mouths at any specific moment.

If I had taken revenge, all hell would have collapsed, so I always kept my composure instead of causing a stir when abuse, because I did not want to draw angry black woman. This is where I made a mistake. I left a lot of slipping and did not speak enough.