strange

The other day my boss asked me what my maiden name was and I had to think about it for a second before answering. That evening, I went home and dug out my microbiology text book from tech school and my maiden name was written in the front. I've not been that person for over seven years, and now it's almost strange to think I ever was that person. My identity is so wrapped up in my marriage now that's it's strange to think of a time I wasn't married, that I wasn't Ken's Wife, that I wasn't one half of a pair. Some women complain about it--like they're always someone's wife, someone's mother, someone's daughter and they're never known just for themselves. I say, if you're known only for yourself, doesn't that mean that you're inherently alone? And aren't their husbands, children, and parents also known by some people as so-and-so's husband, kid, and parent? If you're part of a community, you'll always be known in relation to someone else. I think it's something to embrace.