its a naked feeling
going back to your maiden name after a divorce…
it feels like failure
yet freedom
heartache
yet hope
it forces a level of exposure nothing can prepare you for…
at first I thought I’d keep my married name
so that I could have that outward connection to my children
many women do
but as the months wore on and the date of our divorce came closer
hearing the last name of the man
I let go
of tacked onto the end of my first name felt
painful…
I didn’t want to be his wife anymore
nor
I came to realize
did I want to carry his name…
but going back?
it felt like regression…
as I pondered this outward sign of my identity
I found myself thinking
about the girl
I used to be…
the one who got married eighteen years ago
she lost so much when she stepped into matrimony…
most of all
she lost herself
…that wasn’t her husband’s fault, of course
he was just following the protocol– doing what he’d been taught to do
as was she
but I did lose myself
I set aside all of my hopes and dreams and goals and desires– for him
but…
not only for him
for a way of life I was taught would bring me the greatest happiness…
it didn’t.
I thought, for a while, about creating for myself a new last name–
one not connected with my father– a man who, at the time of his passing, I no longer had a relationship with
(women can do that, you know….
when they divorce…
they can become whomever they want to be…)
but ultimately it just made sense to become my old self again
so… yes, in a way it is going back
but
it’s not regression
it’s Reclamation
I am reclaiming that 25-year-old girl who handed over the keys of her future the day she accepted his marriage proposal…
the girl who wanted to be so much more than the Mormon system wanted her to be…
the girl that didn’t know she had value outside of the approval of the men in her life…
So…
yes
going back to my maiden name is hard
it does feel like failure
but it also feels like hope
and relief
I have a right to be me
just me
which…
I now realize after all of these years
is all I ever wanted to be