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I had this random discussion with my little brother via email the other day, and it really got me thinking, which can be a very bad thing because I always tend to over-analyze.
Name changing… Yes/No?
I never really thought it would be an issue. I always thought I would gladly get rid of my father’s last name and join the man I marry and share his last name. I despise my father and the fact that I look identical to him. I couldn’t wait to shake the legal bind between us.
But…
I have been First Name, Last Name my entire life (obv!) but it’s who I am, it’s my identity. My brothers and I share the name. We have always been called and are known as “the (…) kids”. We have always been very close and we are a tripod. Since they are both boys, they will always have that last name. My name means a lot to me. My first name is my great grandmother’s name, whom I adored, and my middle name is also my mom’s middle name and is also her mom’s name. It runs in the family and my daughter will have it, as well. My last name is the bond that my brothers and I share. We are the (…) kids.
The irrational emotional Italian in me thinks that if I change my name, I lose that bond with my boys. I lose the fact that we are the (…) kids. I lose the tripod effect. I lose who I am. (Deep, right?) I guess it’s the fact that I will no longer be First Name Last Name, so I feel as though I will no longer be me. I will be letting go of everything I once knew and will be treading new water. I’ll be signing my documents as someone else, getting bills with a different name than mine, not being the (…) kid. If you haven’t already figured it out, I am not good with change. I am 100% attached to my brothers and the childhood we had together. The memories we created and the fact that it will never be the same again is so unbelievably scary to me. I was heartbroken when they left me for the military. They left me, after they promised they would never leave. Now I am abandoning them and changing my name—the link that bonds us.
The rational part of my brain (a very small part) says I will be creating a new name with the man that I love and creating many new memories of our life together. Taking his name is huge for him and he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of me not taking his name. He is the traditional Italian guy (and I thought I was the traditional Italian girl until now) who believes the woman is to take the man’s name, end of discussion, period. My children will have Mr Handy’s name and so should I, to be a complete family.
My mom took my dads name and my 2 brothers and I all have my dad’s name. So, it’s normal in my family. So why I am freaking out over this? Why am I so scared to change my name? I want to tell Mr Handy about it, but I know he will be so offended. What is a girl to do?
My little brother said to change my name like this… First Name Last Name His Last Name, and drop my middle name. But my middle name runs in the family; it’s my mom’s and my grandmom’s. If I hyphenate my name, Mr Handy might be offended. Ugh.
Am I crazy? Are you having difficulties with the name-change situation?
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