I Took My White Husband’s Last Name. I Didn’t Realize How It Would Affect The Rest Of My Life.

“If I didn’t adopt my husband’s surname, I’d be branded the worst kind of F-word in a conservative community: feminist.”I didn’t want to change my last name. I dragged my feet as a young 21-year-old bride, waging an internal battle between my desire to maintain my identity with the desire to embrace my new husband, which, tradition insisted, included his name.