I got to thinking about our schedule over the last few days:
Sunday: Honor choir in Louisville, stayed up until midnight
Monday: Honor choir in Louisville, didn't get home until 11:30pm
Tuesday: Josh at school from 6:30am-5pm, me intensely comatose on the couch
Wednesday: Josh at school from 6:30am-5:30pm, me still very much hanging out on the couch
Today: Josh at school from 6:15am-4pm, me starting to get better but not back to "normal"
So my fiancé is doing 10 and 11 hour days at school, then coming home to a not freshly cleaned house, not done laundry, and a very boring fiancée.
Here's what I think: to the people who say "chivalry is dead," I say, "nope, it's just been modernized." My fiancé is the absolute definition of "chivalrous." The fact that he is willing to work every day to keep us financially going, willing to come home not knowing how I'm feeling, willing to make dinner on the nights when I'm not up for it, and willing to console me and work on trying me feel better when his days are crazy...that is chivalry.
It used to be that to be chivalrous, you had to have a "grand gesture" to get the girl. I think now, in the 21st century, "chivalry" is whatever makes the other person feel like the most special person in the world...and that is the grand gesture. I feel like I am the most special person in the world to Josh. And I know I am. :-)
I hope that everyone who has fibromyalgia has someone as amazing as I do. If you're reading this as the partner of someone with fibromyalgia, please, please be kind to them. You make the difference in their life between living with tenacious hope and just getting by. It's hard. I know it's hard. But it's the loves of our lives that ultimately end up giving us our lives back, even if it's not how we could ever have predicted it to be. And it's usually better than we ever could have imagined.
"Be the change you wish to be in the world." --Gandhi
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