Meanwhile, I was raised both Jewish (dad) and Catholic (Italian mom). I considered myself, colloquially, "Buddish.” As an only child, the small clan I was raised in was a far cry from Lee's experience growing up.
When we began dating, Lee’s family initially assumed that yes, “This was a fine match!” since I was oh-so-lovely and oh-so-Hovitz. That is, until his brother (prone to pot-stirring) spilled the proverbial beans all over the dining room table. News was out of the religious blending; and wasn't contained by immediate family members or households.
My fiance started footing calls from frantic family members telling him what a mistake he was making. His sister feared he would bring shame on the family -- and that she would never find anyone to marry her. Lee had to defend his choices to his own siblings, and to some of his friends.