Before I get into the story I should explain a few things. If you haven't figured out yet I'm married. Well my husband is half Puerto Rican and half black. I'm white. I have a few family members that are racist. Talk about fun. It's not like he's ghetto, has no job and has baby mommas. He has a college degree and a great job that supports both of us. No kids unless you count our dogs.
Anyways I called this family member to thank them for the gift. While on the phone they had a few choice words to say about my husband. They don't agree with race mixing. I don't understand why you would marry someone like that. Blah blah I'm a racist asshole...... They dropped a few derogatory words I chose not to repeat because I don't talk like that. I know how this person thinks and have heard them talk about other people like this but never about my husband. I broke down. They then began to talk about how they don't want me to be controlled because they thought Rob was controlling. My dad had even explained this is not true. In fact I'm the controlling one. If anyone spent any time around us they would know I tell him what to do. If only they knew if he did indeed control me we would have left about 2 hours earlier. In fact we would probably only stay at parties and family get togethers for about a half an hour. I would never get to go out with my friends and stay out until 2 a.m. I make him do things he doesn't want to do, like be social. I'm the bossy one and I'll admit it. I'm the reason we moved to California. Rob wasn't sure about accepting the job and I wanted to get out of Indiana. After their rant they went along talking like nothing had even happened. In the mean time I am holding back tears and just trying to get off the phone. I didn't want to argue. I was too upset to even try and talk. I finally got off the phone and just started to cry my eyes out. Rob had no clue what had just happened he just ran over and held me.
Writing this now is hard for me. I mean we have been together for almost 8 years and still have family members talk bad about him and about our relationship behind our backs. Everyone else in the family sees how happy we are and what a good relationship we have. I mean we have been together longer than my parents marriage. We have never had a major fight because we talk about things before it gets to that point. How many people can say they have been together for 8 years and have never had a fight? Not many. It's just sad that people let their judgement cloud over the real thing. I'm ok with being the black sheep in the family, I've accepted it. I just wish those few people would just accept it for what it is. We're happy and nothing is going to change that. Unfortunately their opinion isn't going to change.
I just had to get this off of my chest. Sorry for the sad story. I promise the next post will be back to normal.