I changed my last name way back when. It was a few years after Sparky and I married because I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I had worked hard to become who I was and had a real problem with losing that name for a name that wasn’t mine.
Well, so I changed my name to his and in a way, tried to change me to fit that name. It never worked. It just felt wrong. Not a little wrong, a lot wrong. I felt I had betrayed myself in some way. Sparky is my husband and I love him, but my name was and is who I am still, years after I moved here and we married. In my head, I will always be Massana.
It has absolutely nothing to do with Sparky or my love for him, but rather the love I need to have for myself.
I changed it back.
I stuck in a hyphen so I can be Max’s mom when needed and I can be me all the other times.
Last week I got my new passport card. Massana right there all official.
I felt like I had come home.