When my Mother wanted to remarry we had this whole conversation about how much ‘easier it would be if us kids (2) were adopted by hubby #2 and changed our surname to the same as hubby #2’.
Wasn’t keen for a host of reasons but in discussion with my younger brother, late nights after we’d gone to bed, we decided it was ultimately about whatever made my Mother happy.
Which of course it wasn’t but that tells you something about how manipulative she was !
So off I go to Secondary school with this new name I disliked.
Spent six years at school and in every aspect of life from school through to medical stuff to working life using my adoptive name until one day I make the fateful decision to get married.
At which point we go to the Registrar to fill out our bans (you have to have an official form filled out with your full name; D.o.B etc. so it can be put on display for all to see in the Registry office the idea being that if anyone objects they can register their objection prior to the ‘main event’ and if found valid you can’t get married)
And when the Registrar went to check on the details she came back some time later and said there never was an adoption !
