|I met my husband, Max Allen Molyneux, at http://www.christiancafe.com in October, 2005. He winked at my profile, and I replied. We communicated almost daily. My best friend told me that she was surprised that I had tried online dating, that I was beautiful and smart enough to meet guys in person. One close friend remarked, “I do not want you to be involved with that man. I know them. Can’t you see he’s so desperate? I’m just trying to save you from heartaches.” That friend, a doctor and US citizen, had this prejudice that all American guys were the same. It probably didn’t help that my husband was divorced with three sons and twenty-one years older than I. When people suggested that I wanted to marry him for a meal ticket and a ride to the US, I was hurt. I told them, “I will marry Max—and not because of his money! I was neither rich nor poor. My family was a noble middle-class family, and I was raised conservatively and attended several reputable schools. I married Max because I loved him. He was looking for a conservative Baptist wife and found me on the Internet. If he were not a Christian, I would not have married him.”
After ten months of exchanging e-mail and photographs, snail mail, chatting, phone conversations and gifts of flowers and chocolates, Max flew to the Philippines to meet me and my family. I nervously thought What if he doesn’t look like the person in the pictures? Even my cousin told me to “stay in the house, and my wife and I will be the ones to pick up Max at the airport. If we see that he’s ugly, we’ll just leave him.” I almost died laughing.
After I saw Max at the airport, he lifted me off the ground when he hugged me. He was so handsome, even better looking in person than in his pictures. He was a registered nurse, a valedictorian in high school, had an IQ of 137 and had a Masters in Secondary Education Curriculum and Instruction with a concentration in English. His first degree was a BS in Art Education; but, because he couldn’t land a job as a regular teacher, he went back to school to earn a BSN. He has been an RN for 17 years. He is a seventh-generation teacher in a family of scholars. His dad was a scientist and taught biology most of his life, and his grandpa had a PhD in English Literature from Cornell University.
Max told me that he fell in love with me because I am such a good communicator, smart as a 1000-watt light bulb and fluent in English--even though it’s not my first language. He was happy that communication would not be a problem and that he had found a submissive, God-fearing woman. Before I said yes to his proposal, Max did the traditional Filipino courting in 2006 and won the hearts of my family and friends.
After three years of being engaged in this long-distance relationship, he returned to the Philippines to marry me. During the wedding, he even wore the traditional costume, the “Barong Tagalog” which is an ornate, translucent shirt made of pineapple fibers. I, on the other hand, wore a white, sequined wedding gown. Talk about exchanging cultures and styles!
I am now in the United States of America. My husband petitioned for my immigration via a spouse visa in 2009. We’ve been married for four years but have no kids yet. I am happy and fulfilled with my married life; and, if people still categorize me as a “mail-order bride”, I don’t care. I can’t please everybody. I only seek to be a good wife and a faithful servant to our loving Savior, Jesus Christ.