I'm not sure why I thought it would be easy once I got to this point because it isn't.

Most of the resistance, predictably, has been from my parents, who have at least turned down the threat level from out-and-out disownment to simmering disapproval and guilt-tripping under the guise of parental concern.  It wouldn't be fair for me to judge them without taking into account the world that they grew up in and societal norms of the first generation Korean immigrant.  So I understand somewhat why they are reacting this way, but it doesn't make it any better.

And my sister, who, to be fair, has been very supportive in dealing with the initial hostility of my parents, seems a little less excited about the relationship itself.  She keeps comparing it to her old failed relationships and talks about how she hopes our family will be okay when all this is done and keeps trying to remind me about our parents' point of view when, really, all I need for her to do is support me through this, regardless of how it turns out, and have some faith.

It's all been very discouraging, and the only thing keeping me going is the fact that I think she is worth it.