Girl Talk: My Boyfriend’s Parents Were Racist
“My parents are racist,” my Filipino boyfriend Edward said, sounding defeated.
My heart made a sudden jolt and then quieted down in my chest. I knew there was something off about this man. Our six-month relationship had been bliss—he was funny, whip smart, and, well, perfect. His quips matched mine and what he lacked in social skills he made up for with his love of conspiracy theories and the ability to play eight instruments. He wrote me two songs and told me that when he looked at me, he heard music. I should have guessed that all his wonderful traits were overcompensating to make up for his family.
“But, I’m Catholic,” I blurted out. “And I’m cute and funny.” I could feel tears brimming as I looked away. As a 25-year-old African American woman living in the age of Obama, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I looked at him, my expression clearly conveying dismay and confusion.




























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