maleficent

One of the two times that I was engaged, the straw that broke the camel's back and ended the engagement was my refusal to take his last name.

I was in my late 20s, somewhat established in my career, not as much of a feminist as I am now, my refusal was based on his last name. I didn't like it. If I took his name, i would have gone thru life as a Dr Seuss tale, or something worse. His name rhymed a little too much with my first name, wasn't going to happen...

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