My husband is Filipino, but had already lived in the states for over a decade when we met. I grew up in the PNW around a lot of asians, and was usually the only white girl in our clique. I didn’t have a close family growing up, and spending time at my Filipino friends houses with all the family, food, love, and acceptance I’d been yearning for my entire life, it was a huge draw. I never shook it. My hubby’s family has treated me like a daughter since day one, and I’m so thankful for it. We will celebrate 16 years in a couple weeks, and I can’t wait for 16 more. Sorry for the diatribe, just got a lil caught up in my feelz!
FR!! A couple of these people sound crazy.