Or: The strangeness of being married, Part One
I’m still getting used to this marriage thing, it seems. Today I identified myself by my maiden name on the phone to a very confused gentleman that I had previously contacted under my married name.
But more that the surname, it’s the ‘Mrs’ that throws me. When people address me as Mrs, I start looking around for someone older and eminently more sensible than myself.
I feel a bit like a small girl playing at being a proper grown up.
In fact, I feel like Lydia Bennett, newly become Mrs Lydia Wickham, telling her eldest sisters that they must walk behind her now, because she is married and they are not.
Just as well that I always liked Lydia.
1 comment:
Just wait Katy, there will come a day when someone will address you by your maiden name and you won't realize they're talking to you. That's freaky too.
Single sisters have to walk behind the married one? That's a custom I've never even heard of before...if only I had sisters to try that out on. LOL
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