I am going to admit to being horror struck. The influencer wants her husband to treat her like a princess. Fine. Why? To let him lead, to help her discover her softer side. OK, I guess, if that's a mutual thing. It's the how that had me gasping.
She doesn't speak in restaurants. She remains mute while he lets the front desk know they've arrived. He orders for her. If he must drop her off, he will get out of the car to open her door, walk her into the resaturant and then...deal with the valet or park the car. Other people waiting to park? Hang on, the princess is getting her due. Should the host or hostess try (dare?) to engage her (having missed all her body language that says don't speak to me) while her husband goes to park, she tells them she really couldn’t say and they must await her husband. Oh..and she rarely ties her shoes. Obviously he should notice and do it for her. It’s that last that really got to me.
I would like to introduce the princess to my Parkinson's diaries. Before I was diagnosed I was having trouble tying my shoes, opening car doors, fastening my seatbelt. Medication has masked these symptoms, but they are still there, and there are times when I need help, not because I want the princess treatment, but because I have Parkinson’s, not because I want to showcase my softer side, but because I am dealing with something hard.
Parkinson’s affected my voice, will it eventually become so soft that Math Man must order for me in restaurant, or that I have to wait for him to speak to the hostess? Will things progress so that I will need my husband to walk me to the door and open it for me? No one knows.
I am grateful beyond measure that I can currently tie my shoes and speak for myself, that I don’t need to be treated like a princess. I wonder if the influencer would find these attentions so attractive if they were necessities? Or if her husband needed her to tie his shoes?
I know myself well loved without having to cosplay a princess. Math Man sometimes appears with roses, for no reason other than .. roses! Or brings me a popsicle from the basement freezer. Or disposes of the deceased mice (don't ask). And should I lose my voice, I trust him to speak for me.
Photo is of the Fife Tiara, designed by Parisian jeweler Oscar Massin, and given to an actual princess (Queen Victoria’s granddaughter Princess Louise). On permanent display at Kensington Palace, London. Used under a CC license. See here.
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