Name Changing is Silly. And this has nothing to do with feminism.
So, as of January 31, 2009, the old divorce is final. I guess it takes over 6 months from the time you decide to get divorced to the time you actually ARE divorced. That alone is a pain.
But the REAL pain is the aftermath. Changing my name back to ME.
Apparently, if you get divorced, they want to really make it painful to get your identity back in line.
Driver’s License
Social Security Card
Credit Cards
Bank Info
Bills
Cell Phone
Good God….
This makes me think WHY did I ever even change my name?
I mean, in all honesty, I KNEW at the time this wasn’t a “forever marriage”. (Yes, I know. Why did I even get married? Blah Blah. That’s a whole ‘nother blog.) I guess I thought that by making MY last name match HIS, I was tricking myself into thinking things could work. Just like wearing a ring that meant nothing, in a big house that meant nothing to me might trick me. At the time, I felt I owed myself some convincing.
