My parents supported me unwaveringly as they have done with all of my decisions of dubious merit...
My brother and a cousin both placed intervention calls to say "are you sure about this?", the cousin betting that he already had a wife and kids he was hiding from me...
My Brazilian friends (this area is chock full of Brazilians, Ecuadorians and Dominicans, with the Dominicans having firmly cemented their reputation for having a not so stellar work ethic) quietly whispered "she's so screwed" amongst themselves but wished me luck...
My best girlfriends winced ("he's
how old?"

) and crossed their fingers but stuck by me...
My Dominican acquaintances didn't really say much...
My kids were thrilled because they love him...
Everybody accepts him now for better or for worse as I did.
It's been unbelievably hard for both of us. It's an on-going challenge of cultural conflicts, but very slowly and painfully we are discovering how to make things work. I wouldn't change a thing, however, because the reward has been as great as the struggle and we both have grown a lot. Plus our li'l bit of Dominican-American heaven helps us keep things in perspective...

mi francesca
