say my name, say my name

Today was all about traipsing from one government office to another (really just two) and to my bank and to the fax machine at the Stap.les store (twice for that one)—all in the name of the long-awaited legal name change.  I received the “certified” court documents for my divorce late yesterday afternoon.  Since my mail comes too late in the day, I wasn’t able to start the process yesterday, but I set my alarm (during my vacation even!) and spent a long day of waiting in line, talking to customer service reps on the phone, and getting stuff done.

Everything is official now, though it will take anywhere from a few days (bank cards) to a few weeks (driver’s license) to get my new stuff with my new/old name on it.

No more common-ish last name with the Jewish ending.  Back to the weird last name that was probably mangled at Ellis Island.  The only others with my last name whom I’ve ever met have been related to me.  It was nice for a few years to not ALWAYS have to spell my name for people, but I really don’t mind.  I’ve developed a new appreciation for it.

For a while I’ve been going by two names, depending on the context.  At work (mostly) and socially, I have been going by the name I was born with.  For “official” things, like paychecks, prescriptions, credit cards, etc., I’ve been going by X’s last name (which was actually his mother’s maiden name—we both took it when we got married—long story.) because I had to.  This led to a weird, schizophrenic state in which I would usually have to think for a moment before telling someone or signing my full name.

Now I am back to me, back to my name, back to not being reminded of X every time I write a check or pick up a prescription.

It was a good day, today.


8 responses to “say my name, say my name

  1. Yay!!!! Funny how a name that wasn’t loved before can seem so new and refreshing.

  2. Congrats! Now, new life, old name, and no more TR!! Avada Kedavra!

  3. Wooohooooooo…I am so happy for you!

  4. Congratulations!

  5. It’s a great thing to reclaim your own name, which may be more authentically spelled than you suspect. Ellis Island clerks had to compare the surname of arriving passengers to a manifest created at the start of the journey. Clerks were not allowed to change the surname, though immigrants sometimes did so to make it easier to spell/understand in the new country. Trust me on this, I’ve done enough genealogy to know. 🙂 Congrats!

  6. Congratulations!

  7. Congratulations!!

    This reminds me of my university roommate, who took her husband’s name when she first got married. After they split, she decided to change her name back to her maiden name. She had to go through all kinds of hoops & paperwork to make that happen legally. And — shortly after it was all done — she had her wallet stolen — & had to go back & get all those documents replaced AGAIN.

    She’s now on husband #3 but she’s kept her maiden name ever since then. I can’t say I blame her. ; )

  8. When I wanted to start my career, I changed my name for professional use and when I got married I took my huband’s name. For a while, it felt like I had 3 identities. If I could do it all again, I’d probably make an official change to my professional name – the one I created for myself and that I worked hard for and that no one can take credit for. Here’s to your maiden name – spelling and all!

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