The short version: I'm white, he's black, my dad stopped talking to me. My friends are okay with us, but his are actually supportive. This is a second marriage for each of us, and by conventional ideas, we are rushing into it - fast.
Even though I know it's right, it would be nice to be able to talk to friends and family and know they want the best for us. But I feel so alone in this, defending my relationship against the world.