Well, I dunno how many of you have had a Filipina for 25 years, but this place looks kind of dead, and I can't sleep tonight, so I'll clue you in to what you can look forward to.
I'll assume you have a good Filipina and not the odd shrew. That you have a kid and have been married a few years and love each other still.
It'll only get better with age. Filipinas grow on you like a favorite pair of jeans and slippers. More comfy with use. When fed up and when they have their regular medical meeds taken care of, and don't work themselves to death, they stay remarkably young-looking too. Marriage just gets easier and easier as you go along. Relax, let her run the house and enjoy yourself. She'll be happier with definite responsibilities and proud of how she manages the hearth and home. Your kids will bring over other kids for her special Philippine goodies. Teenagers seem to love these things even if they have never tasted them before. When our two were teens it seems we always had a half a dozen other kids here. That's okay, too, as at least we knew where they were and with whom.
Honey speaks English with no accent, after 25 years, and only lapses into Tagalog when she is angry or upset. She drives and is fully self sufficient. I had to go into hospital a few years ago for surgery on complications from an old military wound. She was right there all the time (kids were grown then) and when I came home you'd have thought I was a quadriplegic. If I so much as lifted a finger other than to ring the bell for her, she had a fit. When she had to go in for a minor surgery I did the same for her but she wondered aloud how I would ever keep the house clean, it being an article of faith with her that before we met I could not cook, clean or sort my own socks by myself. In fact, I did and do quite well by myself, which astonished her. She forgets I took care of things while she recovered from the birth of both children, even though I did have a cleaning lady come in (I was working full time back then).
At 65 I have hair like Michael Buffer ("Let's Get ready To Rumblllllllle!") on HBO boxing. Honey, although 40, looks 30 at most. She helped me raise (she did most of it) two fine children. Both are an interesting mix of American and Filipina features. My son is tall, strong and handsome, while my daughter is also tall, but with the fluid beauty of the Asian/Caucasian mix.
Honey has adapted quite well to America and really does not pine for the Philippines. Of course I told you all earlier about her parents being killed in a mudslide after a typhoon. Her siblings were much older and they are estranged. She is the queen of Sam's Club; we will not run out of toilet paper for at least 25 years, and keep enough rice on hand to feed a platoon of Marines. I just keep quiet and don't spoil a good thing. The house runs like a Swiss watch, the food is great and so is the lovin'. No sense rocking the boat, in my opinion.
Filipinas also stay affectionate over the years. She still loves to cuddle and kiss and the physical side of marriage is still quite strong after 25 years. She also takes a lot of pleasure in pleasing me in anything. A compliment is as good as gold with her so I keep them coming. Flowers at least twice a month, too. She is conscious of her weight although I do not see why, and weighs herself every morning. She loves the jacuzzi and we spend quite a bit of time in there together. I love the jacuzzi because of my arthritis and because she always joins me there. I think she likes it because she loves water.
Filipinas are the best to take with you on a boat, too. They love the water and are not at all squeamish about cleaning and cooking fresh fish. I catch 'em, she cleans and cooks them on the spot. We have a small pontoon boat and we take it out on the lake or river often during summer and early fall. As good of a driver as she is on land, you'd think she'd be good on water, but no, she is a regular kamikaze when she drives the boat.
Well, getting sleepy again and the bed is warm when she's in it. I'd really be lost without her, you know.
Later.
