My mother is Malayan and my father is Chinese.  They came to the United States over 50 years ago.  I have 2 older sisters.  We were all born and raised here in USA.  

My father was quite strict.  He emphasized to me that I was not allowed to date until I was 18, and then only Chinese boys. He made this very clear.  When I was 15 I was a sophomore in high school, and I fell head over heels in love with a 17 year old Caucasian boy.  To say it was love/lust at first sight would be an understatement.  I blew my father's prohibitions on me out of the water.  My boyfriend and I never really dated.  Instead we went straight to the back of his old Ford van that had a bed in the back.  Almost every day we fucked our brains out from 3:30 until 8:30 pm right in the high school parking lot.  We were deliberately trying to get pregnant.  I told my parents I was at the library.  After 3 months I knew I was pregnant.

I had to tell my dad.  I knew that day was coming and I dreaded it.  My belly was swelling noticeably.  My boyfriend offered to come with me (good sign).  I have never been so nervous and scared in my life.  I introduced my boyfriend and told dad that I was pregnant, but after that I froze and couldn't speak.  My boyfriend stepped up and continued.  He said the expected things such as he loved me, was going to take care of me, and how glad he was to have his baby coming. Then he told my dad how he was going to support me by outlining his career plan.  It was the calm and confident way he spoke to my dad that amazed me.  He was very respectful bit also resolute.  He stood like a ROCK.

My dad raised his voice and tried to interrupt him several times,  He finally threatened to have my boyfriend arrested tor statuatory r@pe.  But my boyfriend told my dad that since we were both minors AND our ages were within 2 years of each other, the DA would never proceed.  He had actually gone to the DA's office and consulted them on the matter.  WOW!  Then he asked my dad for permission to marry me. He passed this test with flying colors. I gave him a bear hug in front of my dad.

 Well dad didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.  My mother (who later would sign our marriage permission) urged dad to give in.  Instead he kicked me out of the house.

 For the next week or so we lived in the back of his Ford van.  We finally moved into a tiny spare bedroom in my oldest sister's apartment.  With the help of my mother we got married in another state that allowed 16 year olds to marry with parental permission.  I was 9 month pregnant at the altar.

Yes it was financially tough the first three years because we kept getting pregnant.  We had our goal of having 10 children and nothing was going to stand in the way of that.  My husband's parents and my mother helped us out immensely.  My husband's career got going so we became financially independent.

My dad forgave me after a couple years once he saw my husband's devotion to me.  He apologized to me and has positively showered us with financial help.  He actually became very supportive of our 10 baby goal.