My husband and I have been married for 33 years. And we know each other very well. That’s what I thought, and my husband usually knows in advance what I’m going to do, how I’m going to react.
Recently we celebrated our wedding anniversary. That’s why we decided for some reason to celebrate this particular date. We gathered the guests, by the way, all in 33 people. The party turned out great. And one friend raised a toast for me – for my wife of 100 points and came up to my husband and me to chek personally. And what did my husband say? He said it wasn’t 100 points, it was 90. When asked why, he said I didn’t take his last name 33 years ago.
There was a pause. There was a pause. Turns out all the guests thought I was using my husband’s last name. I had never flaunted it, and I was taking his last name. Of course, I shrugged it off, changed the conversation and the evening went on.
I was not offended, but very surprised. Thirty-plus years of holding a grudge? We seemed to agree then, successfully used the fact that the names are different in business. He never reproached me for it. Of course, I will not run to change the name now in my old age. Why? But it was uncomfortable at his words. Such a surprise.
In principle, in my understanding it is a trifle. Although there was a desire to begin to clarify the relationship. Why did he embarrass me? Probably the right thing is not to bring up this topic for another 30 years. Or what?
