A woman wonders what changing her name will do to her identity.
At my friend’s wedding, my boyfriend asked me if the bride was taking her new husband’s name. She was, and I had mixed feelings about it. I scoffed and made a comment about ownership and Puritanical customs. Tony, my boyfriend, said, “Maybe when we get married, I can take your name.”
My heart soared, and for the first time in my life, I thought a happy ending romance was possible for me. This was a game changer. Read on in Nashville Scene’s Vodka Yonic.