I wish more people in interracial relationships were this honest. It's important to find ways to remind them that safety is conditional. It is always conditional. Sigh
Thank you for sharing this. I felt the last few paragraphs in my bones. You described the exact feeling I have when talking to my cis white husband about the election. " Fine is only ever conditional for some of us."
Thank you so much for sharing this, and for all of your writing on mothering and justice that lights the way. In my marriage, the racial dynamic is the inverse, and while we speak incessantly about the way different versions of the world that are available to each of us, there never cease to be chasms that cannot be crossed. I regularly think about how shocked my husband was when he learned that I sometimes forget my ID at home. He would never take that risk, that kind of carelessness is a privilege.
I'm also in an interracial marriage in Seattle 🙋🏻♀️You could have been listening in to some of my own conversations over the years. Thank you for sharing. I've never felt prepared for these moments of loneliness, when solidarity feels out of reach, our differences a chasm. The unfairness of feeling like you have to hold all the knowledge. And also the tender moments of change and evolution between the both of you.
Thank you so much for sharing this. I’m a Filipina married to a white guy and this is something I’ve felt, but haven’t been able to put into words. Please publish your book soon!
Oh how I wish we could sit and talk about all this at length. Thank you for sharing this—resonates on so many levels, it’s insane.
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I wish more people in interracial relationships were this honest. It's important to find ways to remind them that safety is conditional. It is always conditional. Sigh
Model humans. That last one made me cry a bit; Under blanket safe / scattered thoughts / heard without judgment. Thanks for sharing this ❤️
Appreciate your thoughtful and raw honesty, Angela. Sending post-election hugs.
Thank you for sharing this. I felt the last few paragraphs in my bones. You described the exact feeling I have when talking to my cis white husband about the election. " Fine is only ever conditional for some of us."
Thank you so much for sharing this, and for all of your writing on mothering and justice that lights the way. In my marriage, the racial dynamic is the inverse, and while we speak incessantly about the way different versions of the world that are available to each of us, there never cease to be chasms that cannot be crossed. I regularly think about how shocked my husband was when he learned that I sometimes forget my ID at home. He would never take that risk, that kind of carelessness is a privilege.
I'm also in an interracial marriage in Seattle 🙋🏻♀️You could have been listening in to some of my own conversations over the years. Thank you for sharing. I've never felt prepared for these moments of loneliness, when solidarity feels out of reach, our differences a chasm. The unfairness of feeling like you have to hold all the knowledge. And also the tender moments of change and evolution between the both of you.
Thank you for this. Also in an interracial marriage and all of this resonates so deeply. The conversations, the growth, the pain.
Just saw this Nov 2024! 🙌🏾
Thank you so much for sharing this. I’m a Filipina married to a white guy and this is something I’ve felt, but haven’t been able to put into words. Please publish your book soon!
I feel this so hard. ❤️
So right on about pushing feelings away and getting sober. Perfectly articulated - thank you for expressing it so precisely.
Those last lines. Oof 🙏