You know how Filipino men are raised to believe they’re the kings of the house?
Not partners. Not equals. Kings.
I grew up around that kind of machismo — the kind where “head of the family” means “I get the final say, even when I don’t know what we’re talking about.”
It means “I have opinions about everything, including your silence.”
It means “You’re lucky I let you speak at all.”
So imagine the comedy when life handed me the exact opposite:
A tall, soft-spoken white guy — the kind the internet now loves to hate, but I somehow married anyway.
He’s not “tall, dark, and handsome.”
He’s tall, gentle, and sneaky-smart in the way calm men usually are — the kind who quietly move furniture instead of starting arguments.
Let’s just say he’s not the kind who stops traffic, but he’s the kind who fixes the Wi-Fi and remembers where you left your sanity.
And honestly? That’s way sexier after 50.
He makes me feel like I’m the boss… even though we both know he’s quietly running the show behind my back.
I swear, he’s got Master Jedi-level husband skills.
He listens. He smiles. He lets me win — just enough so I don’t notice he’s already two moves ahead.
He doesn’t mansplain (okay fine, he sometimes does. Alright, he always does).
He doesn’t compete (unless he’s playing Phase 10 with his mom and son).
And he doesn’t even flinch when I say, “We need to talk,” though his soul briefly leaves his body like a cartoon ghost.
He’s the kind of man who lets me believe I’m steering the ship while he’s quietly keeping it from sinking.
And maybe that’s why this love feels different.
It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic.
It’s teamwork — with better lighting.
💬 Real Talk
I didn’t grow up seeing this kind of love.
In my world, the men were the quiet storms — the kind who think silence is strength and control is love.
My father was a classic Chinese man: reserved, disciplined, built of still water and expectations.
Then there was my brother — third in birth order but walking around like the crowned heir to a divided kingdom. Every family argument somehow had to pass through his invisible throne room.
And my ex? The kind of man who thought “leading” meant hitting harder.
He wanted obedience, not partnership — which is wild considering I graduated top five in my batch and got into the university he couldn’t even pass the exam for.
He mistook control for power; it just made him small.
So when I finally met someone who didn’t need to shrink me to feel tall, it rewired something in me.
This love — calm, funny, and built on mutual surrender — became the therapy I didn’t know I needed.
☕ The Joke That Turned Into a Lesson
Somewhere between my third eye roll and his fifth “You’re right, beh,” he says — his version of “babe.” I had a lightbulb moment: this needs merch.
Not because I was planning another product line (I already have an Etsy full of emotional damage disguised as merch), but because it felt poetic.
The “Yes, Dear” and “Yes, Wife” designs aren’t just punchlines — they’re tiny love letters to every couple who’s learned that peace beats pride every time.
The Yes, Dear shirt says “yes, dear” on the front and “I love my life…” on the back — equal parts devotion and defeat.
The Yes, Wife hat has the same thing embroidered on the back, because why should his head escape what his heart already knows?
They’re soft. They’re comfy. They’re slightly sarcastic.
Just like us.
❤️ The Quiet Kind of Love
I used to think love had to be loud — full of chasing, crying, proving.
Now it’s coffee and jokes in the kitchen, a gentle shoulder squeeze, a quiet “you’re right” that doesn’t sting anymore.
It’s not about who’s leading; it’s about who’s laughing.
It’s not about being perfect; it’s about being safe.
The Yes Collection may have started as a joke, but it became a reminder:
that surrender isn’t losing — it’s trusting.
That letting someone take care of you isn’t weakness — it’s healing.
That love doesn’t have to be loud to be real.
So yes, dear.
Yes, wife.
Yes… to this quiet kind of forever.
👕 Yes Dear Tee – Etsy Link
🧢 Yes Wife Hat – Etsy Link
Because sometimes, love really is just two people agreeing to disagree… fashionably.
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