As we near our negative-one year anniversary, the prospect of changing my name has been coming up more frequently. Our names are our identifiers, so changing your name is kind of a big deal. Not to mention I have a very unique last name and have spent the past 29 years playing it up. Taking The Fiance’s name would mean more than changing my driver’s license. It would mean changing my email, my license plates, my nicknames.
That being said, I’m not entirely opposed to changing my name, either. There’s definitely an appeal to the “family unit” and being a little “team” with a “team name.” I like the thought of being connected to The Fiance and if we ever happen to have kids sharing the same name with them. I like the traditional aspect of it.
But like I said, I just have a really great last name. Not to mention, I’ll go from having a unique name in the US (seriously the ONLY one) to being one of 525 people in the US with the same name. Yes, I checked.
So, to deal with this struggle, I tried to convince The Fiance that instead he would like to take my last name. His response to that was (the very clever and endearing)
But don’t you want to be the AM to my PM?
How can I say no to that? Obviously it’s nearly, if not entirely, impossible.
The Fiance wants me to take his last name. However, he is unwilling to take my last name. Kind of a double-standard, don’t you think? Some of my colleagues suggested just smooshing our last names together to create one new (and a little weird) last name. The Fiance was quick to rule that off the options list.
Anyway, it’s a big decision that I’ve got a year to think over and decide. I suppose I could always hyphenate, but that doesn’t really solve all the problems, does it? Decisions; decisions…