That which we call a rose...

I nearly missed my little brother's birthday. Today begins that strange time of year where there is only one year between us, until my Birthday when all of a sudden I am two years older than him again. 

I was talking to my Mum the other morning about making decisions on changing my name or not. Obviously, tradition dictates that I should be taking Mr SC's surname once we are married, but I have to admit that I am not sure. While I like the idea of us sharing a surname, I disagree with the convention that it should be his name. Why not my name, or pick a new name we both like?Perhaps I would feel less disinclined if I were to take his name for convenience, rather than because he will not even discuss changing his name. Why should I have to go to the trouble and effort when he won't even consider compromising. (Stop being so contentious SC.)

Back to the point. I was telling my mum, that I do not know who Mrs SC X is. She doesn't exist yet, and her future existence relies on Miss SC Y not existing anymore. How could I not be SC Y? I've been SC Y for a quarter of a century. I guess that Mr SC's refusal to contemplate becoming Mr SC Y or even Mr SC Z, just sticks in my throat. It makes me feel like he doesn't care how changing my name might be making me feel. OK I give up on trying to not be upset by this. Let's just agree that at this point in time, I am heading for being a Ms SC, unless Mr SC's attitude changes!

What a mess of a post. I may come back to this.