INTERRACIAL
            FAMILY

                     
                     

            Most people have no idea what it is like to be an Interracial Family in this day and age. But how could you? You haven't walked  a mile in my shoes, or the shoes of my family. I don't fault anyone for their   ignorance. (I  mean that in the nicest way possible) If you have never  experienced something, how are you to know what it feels like? I think any woman out there who has gone through childbirth will relate to and understand my meaning ... ...Right  Moms?
             


           
           
                      First Love
            Let me give you a little history before I say anything further. I was at the end of my junior year in high school. My best friend had invited me over  for the night. We were in the back yard throwing around a volley ball, when some neighbor boys came and  challenged us to a game. We  had a great time and I learned that the oldest of the boys attended our school as well. The summer ended and school began. I saw Terry regularly in school now, because we were scheduled in the same psychology class.  I hadn't that many friends in school, so Terry and I became friends. I had my own phone and we spent many hours on that phone talking about who knows what.
             

           
            I really don't remember all of the bitty details as to how we arrived to the point at which we did. I just remember the day... It was my birthday. On the way down to the lunchroom, Terry presented me with three of my favorite 45 records. I was soooo thrilled that he thought of me. Later that day after school, I met Terry. He grabbed my arm and lead me back to the stairwell where he'd given me his gift. It just happened. He kissed me! I hadn't dated at all up till this point.  I was a school girl getting her first kiss. Do you remember yours and how you felt?  When I saw my friends later, I couldn't wait to tell them what had happened. But instead of being thrilled for me, they  told me I couldn't do this. I had NO idea what they were talking about! Didn't they like him? What was the problem?  Oh sure they liked him just fine... But he was,... well,... you know, ...BLACK!

           
            This was the first time I had heard this in the 18
            years I was alive. I don't remember my response.
            But I didn't give it a second thought. I continued to
            see Terry. He became my best friend. It was more wonderful than I ever imagined. Terry was a life line for me that year. He gave me sooo much more than
            his friendship.  He was sweet and caring and he
            loved me like I was someone special. My teens were
            a very rough time for me. I was dealing with so many changes and it seemed as if my parents just never understood. But Terry helped to keep me strong.
             
              At the end of my senior year, Terry and I ended our relationship. I had a very hard time with this. But it really didn't end there. Terry and I continued to contact each other regularly and the relationship would re-ignite from time to time. I doubt that the special feelings we had for each other will TRULY ever go away. After all Terry was my first. There will always be a spot, deep in my heart, reserved just for him. Terry and I are now married to other people. I am very happy he is sharing the wonderful love that I know exists inside of him, with someone who will love him just the same. She is more blessed than she will ever know. Thankfully, Terry and I are still friends. He may even be reading this right now, as you are. I hope you know how profoundly you have touched my heart and from the bottom of this heart,
              I thank you.
               
               
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                    "Biracious"