We did it, we tied the knot. I suppose you could say that we eloped. Or better yet, it was as close to eloping as we could’ve done. Gone was the dream date and time that I had, 12-12-12 @ 12. Gone too was the planning and the stress of it all. I’d been married once before and was equally uninterested in planning the event. This time was very different. It’s not to say that there wasn’t any romance in it. However, it’s nothing like the movies. Arguably, it was better.
I drove myself crazy trying to decide whether I’d hold on to one old school tradition, would I take his name? It concerned me so much that I even wrote an article about it. I felt as though there were still some archaic traditions that needed to be upheld. However, it’s like my husband says, we’re married regardless of what my last name is. Even the night before and the morning of obtaining the marriage license I was a bit of a wreck and had a great deal of anxiety. My then fiance as well as others said that I was stressing about it more than I should. I was still under the belief that it was my duty to change my name. I’m still a Davidson despite sometimes feeling like I did something wrong by not taking his last name. Identity crisis I suppose. Read the rest of this entry »
