I knew I was getting off too easy.
Through my engagement, no one looked at me like I’d grown a second head when I said I’d be keeping my maiden name. Everyone seemed incredibly unruffled by my choice and I thought ‘how cool we’re at the point where a woman isn’t expected to take her new husband’s name’.
Now I’m learning they just weren’t listening to me and Quato.
I have no problem with women who giddily fill out forms changing their name after they say ‘I do’. I might have a few minor practical reasons why I think it’s a crap idea (loss of identity, difficult for old friends to find you, confusing and possibly damaging for your professional reputation... sorry couldn’t stop myself) but to each their own.
What I do have is a small problem with is being rather unceremoniously renamed by well meaning friends and family. Jenny O is out and Jennifer K. is now what I’m being called, like it or not.
The fact that I don’t intend to go by Jennifer K. does not seem to be making sense to the people I tell.
An excited family friend pulled me aside the day before the wedding to tell me “Just think tomorrow you become a Mrs.” I explained I’d be keeping my maiden name and so would stick with Ms., it didn’t seem to sink in. “But tomorrow you become a Mrs.,” she repeated gripping my hand tightly. “Mmm,” I said nodding, clearly the title had a gravity I just don’t understand.
The majority of the wedding cards were written to my new, if yet unappreciated, identity. Ninety-nine per cent of the generous cheques given to us by my family I couldn’t actually cash because they were made out to Mr. and Mrs. K. or even better Mr. and Mrs. Alexander K — I’ve always thought Alexander a bit butch for a girl’s name.
While I’m trying not to panic at the thought that one really doesn’t have control over what people call them, Mr. K. is finding all this hilarious.
In between peels of laughter and running for his life he managed to squeak out something about how of course I’m a different person now that we’re married — I’m a complete person.
I do have to give the man some credit, he has been cool about me keeping my name and is even entertaining the idea of swapping last names as middle names. So I’d be Jennifer Patricia K. O’Meara and he’d be Alexander L. O’Meara K.
It’s about as close to him taking my name as I’m likely to get, and it’s as close as I want to get — I’m not sure I could handle the potential backlash from his friends and family.
Isn’t it interesting how a married hetero-couple sharing a last name is a lovely romantic way of building a family until we’re talking about the man taking his ball-crushing harpy of a wife’s name?
My reputation as a ball-crushing harpy needs no help.
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