Wedding planning has bought me a lot of unwanted stress, anxious thoughts and there’s been times where I’ve downright hated it. Making decisions on things I didn’t really care about, or chasing people up on the simplest of things and getting very little response. But, knowing my surname’s days are numbered was one of the easiest decisions out of the lot, and yet it’s the one thing where people have freely expressed their opinion to me on.
So, why am I taking my husband to be’s name?
Before I start please be aware; I love my surname. It’s one of the most unique and wonderful names I have ever found and I’m so glad I’ve had to experience 27 and a bit years of it. I’m well and truly known for my surname; especially around friends. In my late teens and early twenties, it was very rare that I’d get called Becky, as people would always call me by my surname.
This is the biggest thing that I was told when people realised I was taking my partner’s name, you just won’t be you anymore. But why? I am more than my surname, there’s a real human being that’s attached to that surname and you aren’t my friend because of that name. You’re (hopefully) friends with me because of who I am, because of our common interests, my ability to drink too much gin and everything else in between.
But couldn’t he just take your name? Yeah, he could if he wanted to. We talked about it and it wasn’t for us. The same goes with double-barrelling our names. Mostly, it came down to that even the sassiest of all the girls loves a tradition. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Whether my surname stays the same as it is or changes to my partners; I’m still going to be me. I will not loose my identity, I’m not going to be less of a person and I am still going to hold the same beliefs, morals and everything else that embodies me. Because I am more than just a name.