So, you are divorced.
It’s been shit and the last thing you want, is to be reminded daily of the shitness by carrying the burden of your ex’s name around with you for the rest of your life.
Does your skin crawl when you have to sign that name?
I was desperate to just be me again; I couldn’t wait to go back to my pre-married name.
- marriage certificate and decree absolute
- civil partnership certificate and final order
I ordered this paper for printing my deed poll.
I got two friends to witness me signing my new signature and that was that. I set to work to see which establishments would accept the document. I actually didn’t think any of them would as it just seemed such a simple task and these days nothing is free right?
I presumed that I would have to pay a solicitor £100 for the pleasure, after all, I had been dragged through the courts for the last 12 months on lesser matters to the tune of a legal bill of £30k!
I started with my Driving Licence and Passport, I had to do one before the other, but I can’t remember which way that was… and had a bit of a faff with the bloody Government Gateway (mainly because I couldn’t remember my login), but the Deed poll was accepted. After that, it was all a piece of cake. Banks, pension scheme, credit cards, building society, they all accepted my Deed poll and that was that. I had officially changed my name for free and I was now the proud owner of my lovely new name (well… old name actually as I simply reverted back to who I was before skipping down the aisle (fingers crossed behind by back).
I did feel different going back to my maiden name and I can only describe the feeling as a lightness.
As for the kids, they couldn’t give a fudge that I haven’t got the same name as them. At the end of the day I am ‘Mum.’ I am their role model, working, earning, progressing in my career and that’s what matters to them more than any name. I am the same name as Grandma, so they like that. My eldest even said that he might change his name to mine when he is 18.
My ex believed that his name was really important, it probably vaguely was, where he was originally from, but here in the UK no one gave a shit. They hadn’t ever heard his name before. It was during a court hearing that I gained the inspiration to change my name. My ex had written in a statement that if I wrote anything on social media (being true stories), EVERYONE would know that I was talking about him, because of his oh so important name.
It was at that point I realised that I didn’t want his bloody name. In fact, he could take his name along with his huge ego and shove it up his ****, ok, shove it somewhere not very pleasant.
Career wise, not being tainted with his name has done me huge favours as my divorce was quite locally public because of what happened. At least clients are unable to link me to past sadness and pain and most importantly I am not looked at with pity. I hold myself tall and strong and I just love being independent of him by name. Changing my name was more meaningful than the Decree Absolute.
So onwards and upwards. For me, changing my name was a very simple process but extremely important in terms of healing and moving on.
With regards to travel, I have travelled to France with the children since I changed my name and there wasn’t an issue. I have yet to travel further afield, but if I do, I will simply arm myself with my Deed poll Certificate and Marriage Certificate (if I haven’t destroyed it).
So if you think that changing your name will change your future, then go for it. I am so glad I did it.
By a Group Hug Blogger