Where does young love succeed the parents? Is it when the couple says flatly “they don’t give a damn?” Or when teaches or practices are outdated? As I go through my adventure trying to find an answer to this confusing question, my fiancé gets to be there to watch and experience this roller coaster. He and I have already admitted there may not be a packed ceremony full of family. Mostly because of my family’s persistent decisions of who I should be with and what he should look like. Although not everyone in my family is this way, such as my mother, there are relatives close to me who would love to see me set off in a more money prosperous marriage to a white male than my struggling dearest who happens to be a different race than myself. I can understand the concerns with money, finances have broken apart many relationships and this is not short on marriages. However, at what point can I yell at them clearly that this isn’t the 50’s and your perspective is wrong? I have tried explaining before that it’s okay, if anything, this does not decrease the love he and I have for each other, because we don’t care about any of these physical aspects. He and I don’t care that we’re not the same, if anything, we love that more about each other. Because our differences create something beautiful when we talk and laugh together. I am disgusted by intolerance and cannot stand it within my own family. Even though they are determined, he and I are able to match that determination and replace this bitterness with something better. Our only hope is when the time comes he and I have a child, their rejections and stagnancy will change. Allowing them to be better people and the relatives our child would want like most others.