Disagreements, Differences, and Discussions: Navigating Conflict in a Cross-Cultural Marriage

Wedding rings, passport, and tropical flowers

I married a Filipino woman. She was 34, and I was 47. For those of you who struggle with math, that’s a 13-year age gap. We are from different cultures, different generations, and different genders. My wife’s primary language is not English. She speaks 3 languages fluently, though: Tagalog, Bisaya, and English. When you put two people together with that many differences, there are bound to be many disagreements, differences, and discussions (mild words for arguments).

We’ve had our share, and they’ve not always been pretty or easy to resolve. It has taken work, prayer, and time. Let me take you through our imperfect journey and maybe offer some insights that might be helpful in your marriage.

A Missed Flight

Our first tension began in between two of our marriages. Let me explain. We had 4 ceremonies: One in the Philippines, the legal one in Maui, one in Illinois for my family, and one in Colorado for my friends in the state where we reside.

After the wonderful, joyful wedding in the Philippines where we signed our marriage covenant before God, family, and friends, we were to fly to Maui for our legal marriage and honeymoon. We had to get married in the US legally because we did a fiancé visa to bring her to the States.

We missed our connecting flight in Korea to Maui. There wasn’t another flight until the next day, so we were going to miss our wedding. The airline crew graciously let us use their hotel room for free. I made the necessary calls to postpone the ceremony, and we spent our first night as a married couple with a major issue.

Handling Stress

I witnessed how my wife handled stress. She was calm, gracious, and supportive. I was amazed. An emotional breakdown was what I expected. I was feeling stressed, but she calmed me. We made the best of the circumstances. The room had a jacuzzi and a steam room. The hotel had plenty of dining options nearby.

What could have been a disastrous start to our marriage turned into a pre-honeymoon celebration. I was thankful.

What the Missed Flight Taught Me

What I learned was that calmness reigns supreme. My wife was calm. I was tense. Her calmness made all the difference.

I also learned we needed others. The crew’s graciousness saved the day. I didn’t have to find a place to stay frantically. We didn’t have to sleep in the airport.

Lastly, God is in complete control even in disasters. I believe he saw us through that adventure and worked all things for good (Romans 8:28 NIV).

Baby Number One

Nine months after we were married, our daughter Johanna was born. My wife had pre-eclampsia, which meant she had to have an emergency C-section. One of the first things I had bought my wife was a cell phone, but she didn’t always have it on or near her. The hospital tried to reach her, but couldn’t. They called me at work, and I rushed home, a bit panicked.

I’m not proud of it, but when I arrived home, I criticized her for not having her phone nearby. Stress was overwhelming me. I vented it, and it was wrong to do it. Thankfully, my wife didn’t respond with blame. We had a baby to deliver, and this was not a time to argue about availability.

Once again, my wife’s calmness eased my stress.

Cultural Differences

After the baby arrived, my wife wanted the baby to sleep with us. What? That’s right, a baby on our bed, in our private room. Well, this American, born and raised in American culture, did NOT want a baby sleeping with us. However, in the Philippine culture, this was normal and expected.

My wife explained the cultural norm, and I conceded. Since then, we’ve had many “sleepovers” where our two girls spend the night with us in our bed. They are now 10 and 12 and request these “sleepovers.” It has created a remarkable bond between our girls and us.

Finding Our Third Way

There’s the American way, the Filipino way, and now our family way. We didn’t do things the Filipino way or the American way. We reached our family way. Johanna slept in our room but eventually moved into a crib, then into her own room, before she was two. Autumn-Marie, our second, slept near us (not on our crib or in our bed but in what I would call a safe extension to our bed). As they grew older, we’d invite them to sleep with us. In the Filipino culture, they would always be in our bed at a young age. We had them sometimes.

Merging two cultures, two different ways of doing things, doesn’t mean one wins over the other. We had reached a third alternative.

Food is a Love Language

In the Philippine culture, food is a way to express love.  The Philippines is a very poor country, but parties always have more than enough food for everyone. This is so guests not only have enough to eat at the party, but enough for everyone to take some home.

I experienced this at our wedding in the Philippines. It was a good thing we ordered more food than the invited guests could eat, because more guests came than were invited.

Since then, every party has had more than enough food. At first, I felt uncomfortable with my wife bringing home food until I realized it was part of her culture.

Initially, our girls’ birthday parties were the Filipino way, but as they grew older, they became more American-style, especially since American friends were invited.

Diet

The real conflict over food happened when I decided to go on a diet. It was called the Whole 30 diet, where you give up anything potentially bad for 30 days, then add one thing back in at a time to see how poorly you react.

My wife did not react well to this plan, and I didn’t understand why; after all, I was attempting to eat healthy. It was at this time that I learned food is a love language. We attended a marriage conference. During the question-and-answer time, I asked about my diet. The pastor was familiar with Philippine culture and explained to me that food was a love language, and that my wife was expressing love to me by cooking. She didn’t know how to cook for my new diet. I understood, so I offered to help her cook and teach her recipes.

Lessons Learned

I need to understand my wife’s point of view and her culture. In this instance, I didn’t understand. I was set in MY way of doing things and didn’t have an ear for listening and understanding. I should know better. I’ve written a blog post on Conflict, Ownership, and Repair, citing another example where I got it wrong and showing that I should have known better.

Birthdays and Celebrations

In general, I don’t think most men like celebrations. I know I don’t. In contrast, I think most women do; at least my wife does.

This has been a constant source of tension. Some of the most hurtful times for my wife have been trying to celebrate my birthday. My wife wants to celebrate it. I don’t. My wife wants to give me gifts, but I prefer she not to give me any.

I’ve conceded to celebrating mostly for my kids’ sake, who want to celebrate, but my attitude hasn’t been good, and that is where the tension lies. My dad gave me the best advice on this. He told me not to deny someone’s attempt to show me love. When I don’t receive love, I’m hurting the giver.

I’m also an introvert, so parties are not my thing. At parties, I prefer to hide in a corner somewhere and not engage. I’ve had to force myself out of my introverted shell.

Because I don’t like parties, I don’t attend every party that we are invited to. This cost me dearly one time. I wrote about this failure in my blog, When My Wife Hurts.

What I’m Learning

I’m still learning. Birthdays may be the area where I have the most ground to cover. What I do know is that listening, prayer, and setting aside my own preferences are the path forward.

I’m learning to pray and listen to God, at least trying. My wife is still better at hearing God than I am, so I need to listen to her when God speaks through her.

The Bathroom

Once we were going to build a room in our basement, but my wife had a conversation with God in the middle of the night about building a bathroom instead. When she told me, I thought she was crazy. We had a contractor coming over to build a room that day, and I had all-day training.

I went on my morning bike ride and prayed. Even though I thought she was crazy, if she heard from God, I needed to talk to him.

I knew we needed the bedroom because my parents were going to visit that year and we had a new person with intellectual disability living in what was one of the girls’ rooms. The girls were consolidated into one room. My wife was concerned about conflict over bathroom use.

My Wife Was Right

Well, my wife was right. The contractor came when I had a break from the training and agreed to do the bathroom. It cost more, but was within our budget.

When my parents visited, we hadn’t yet signed a permanent care contract for the woman in that room, so she was still considered respite, not permanent. That meant the room was available during my parents’ stay. Once the contract was signed, the room became hers full-time. The bathroom my wife had heard about turned out to be the right call.

Moods

Women in general are more emotional than men. I think this is especially true for Filipino women and even more true for my wife. I knew my wife was emotional after meeting her in the Philippines. She cried when I left to return home.

It is obvious when my wife is in a bad mood. Sometimes the trigger is obvious: she’s tired, the house is a mess, the kids didn’t listen. Sometimes, it’s not so obvious. This can, and often does, become a source of conflict.

I find I must settle issues between my wife and my kids. I listen to my kids and my wife, then act as the negotiator or arbitrator.  When the kids have made a mess, and my wife is stressed, I need to get them to clean and help.

Don’t Always Have the Answer

When my wife is upset, I admit I don’t always know what to do.

Sometimes my wife needs an embrace, and sometimes she doesn’t. I’ve learned to tell the difference. Often, she needs me to do more chores and help her, so she doesn’t feel overwhelmed.

I know I need to pray because I don’t always have the answer. One particularly bad day, I could not think of what to do. My wife was clearly upset with me, and I didn’t know why. Eventually she told me, but it didn’t help. I didn’t know what to do to improve the situation, so I prayed. God gave me the answer. I needed to go for a walk with my wife. I offered, she accepted, and she felt much better. Thank God.

I’m still learning about my wife, and the more I learn, the more I love her.

Anger

When I was single, I didn’t think I had an issue with anger. Marriage and fatherhood revealed otherwise. Selfishness, I’ve come to realize, is usually the root. When I was single, I could go where I wanted, leave when I wanted, and do what I wanted. Now, I have others to consider. I grow impatient as my family prepares to leave. We get into arguments about what to do and where to go.

I wrote a whole blog on What I Learned About Anger when I handled it poorly, and another on handling anger. I’m still learning.

I’ve learned that I need to listen with understanding. I’ve said that in a few blogs. Listening is not just hearing the words; it is understanding the feelings and meaning behind the words.

Prayer has become my anchor here. The ask is often the same: make me “slow to anger and abounding in mercy.” (Psalm 103:8 NASB) Help me to be “quick to listen and slow to speak.”(James 1:19 NASB)

Managing Disagreements, Differences and Discussions.

I don’t have all the answers. I am a work in progress, as we all are, but here are a few things I know and have learned.

We often have disagreements, differences, and angry discussions because we are selfish. We want what we want when we want it.

What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? 2 You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet, but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. 3 When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. (James 4:1-3NIV)

We need to examine ourselves and our motives. Are we arguing because we are selfish and not paying attention to what the other person wants?

We should “Not (be) looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” (Philippians 2:4 NIV). We need to consider not what we want, but what others want, need, or desire.

This requires listening. How can we know what others want if we don’t listen to them to hear their desires, their point of view, and their needs?

When we mess up, we need to apologize. I get it wrong probably more times than I get it right. When I get it wrong, the one thing that will help make it better is to say, “I was wrong, and I’m sorry.” It’s not to say, “I was wrong, but here’s my side again.” It’s not “I was wrong, but let me explain why I did or said what I did.”

Don’t Let the Enemy Win

We have a real enemy that wants nothing more than to see our marriage fail, and conflict is one of his best tools. When we let our differences get the best of us, we give the enemy a victory.

God instructs us through James to “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” (James 4:7 NIV)

So when fights happen, and we struggle to be the one who wins the battle, the only way we can fight fair is to submit ourselves to God. He will work in us and give us the power to change. He is conforming us to the image of Christ (Romans 8:29 NIV).

Let God into your conflict, and you both will win, and the devil will lose.

What I Wish Someone Had Told Me When I Was Single

Eight men studying open books around a table with coffee mugs

When I was single, I’d hear messages on marriage and family and sigh. Not another one. I went to Promise Keepers events and heard messages on loving your wife and raising kids, and I’d sigh again. When will they speak to a single man? Now I’m married, and here I am writing about marriage and family. So before I do that again, I want to speak directly to the single man — because I was one for 47 years, and during that time, I longed to hear messages addressed to me.

I met my wife at 46. Before that, I felt lonely. I felt unworthy of a woman. I was sinning sexually and sometimes wondered if God was punishing me. He was shaping me into the man I need to be. He was lovingly disciplining me, and he hasn’t stopped now that I’m married. In fact, he has a great tool at his disposal, namely my wife.

As a single man, he used friends, parents, accountability partners, and ministry leaders to train, teach, and prepare me for the future God had planned for me.

Honest About the Struggle

I admit I wasn’t very patient with God when it came to finding a wife. I got angry at some of the messages I heard on sex. “If you wait until you’re married, you’ll have great sex.” Much good that did me. It didn’t help me wait. It angered me. I also heard that sex was a great stress reliever. As a single man in his thirties, I found that message more frustrating than helpful.

I did things I wasn’t proud of while I was single. I remained celibate — but I wasn’t pure because I battled lust, and I needed help. Joining recovery groups was one of the most important decisions I made. These were men fighting the same battles. They lifted me when I fell and reminded me I was forgiven and loved.

I never got drunk or used drugs. I didn’t pressure the women I dated or cross lines with them. My father taught me to treat women with respect, and he modeled it. But lust was my battle, and pretending otherwise helped no one.

Satan knows our weakness as men. He puts it in front of us relentlessly, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. And when we fall, the temptation is to isolate ourselves, especially when shame is involved. Don’t. Get brothers around you. Paul had Silas and Timothy. Moses had Aaron and Joshua. You need men who will tell you the truth, listen to you, and stay anyway.

My accountability partners loved me and accepted me in my fallenness. They lifted me out of the mud and mire of shame. We helped each other. If they fell or were tempted, I was there for them as they were there for me.

Be Involved

Kids have always had my heart. One of the hardest parts of being single was carrying a passion for children with none of my own — so I did something about it. I surrounded myself with kids.  For over a decade, I volunteered in a ministry serving kids from broken families, filling that gap. I spent time playing with single moms’ children, spending time with nieces and nephews, becoming a father figure to kids who needed one. That work mattered to them, and it mattered to me.

Widows got some of that time too. Being single meant having margin to give, and the “Widow’s Parties” became a tradition. I invited single male friends with one rule: bring a widow as your date. We had a blast playing games, eating meals, and attending concerts. Those women felt seen, and honestly, so did we.

Spend Time With God and Others

One of the luxuries I had as a single was time. I was busy, but by choice. I had no kids’ practices to drive to and no homework to help with. My time was my own.

The best thing I did with it was get quiet with God. I rented rooms in a convent a few times for personal retreats — reading Scripture and Christian books, journaling, and praying. There was a park nearby with a sidewalk around a lake. I’d walk it for hours, praying, and sitting on a bench to read and write. Those were some of the richest stretches of my life and drew me close to God.

When I lived near Chicago, I attended church singles groups where I met other singles and had Bible lessons and discussions. We also had many fun outings. And it wasn’t just singles groups. I was part of small groups of mixed couples and singles. I had a group of married friends with children whom I spent much of my time with. We’d gather after church for a meal, impromptu Bible discussions, and general fellowship. We also had picnics together, and I watched one family’s boys go-kart race. It was Koinonia (loosely translated to fellowship, communion, or shared life). It was more than just talking. We did life together.

When I moved to Colorado, one of my favorite things to do was running, biking, or hiking the mountain trails. This was my personal time with God. I would pray, read psalms of praise, and spend time knowing God through His creation.

Accountability and fellowship didn’t stop when I moved. I made new friends, joined new groups, and remained accountable.

Singleness Is Not a Disease

When I was single, I was constantly bombarded with questions and reactions wondering why I was still single, as if I had some disease whose only cure was marriage. It was frustrating.

If you want to be married and you’re not, I’m not going to tell you it’s easy. It isn’t. I won’t pretend there’s some secret formula for contentment, because I never found one. I was content at times. Not always. One thing I learned from Focus on the Family was not to focus on what you don’t have. Adam and Eve had a whole garden of fruit-bearing trees. What did they do? They focused on the one tree they couldn’t have. When we focus on what we don’t have, we are miserable. Paul reminds us always to be thankful (1 Thessalonians 5:18). When we are thankful for what we have and who we are, we are more content.

What I did find while single was fulfillment — in friendships, in serving kids and families, in my relationship with God. It was never a straight line. I fell. I got hurt. There were highs and lows. And I’ll tell you honestly: now that I’m married, it’s the same. The journey is still hard. Life is still a rough road — but with real joys along the way.

Paul said he learned to be content in whatever state he was in (Philippians 4:11). Learned. It wasn’t automatic for him either. It won’t be for you. But it is possible — and you don’t have to wait until you’re married to start.