Wedding Belle Du Jour?!

Well that's it! C'est fini! My life is complete and officially over. 


As the old saying goes... "All I refuse, and thee I chuse"


My maid of honour dropped this pearl of wisdom just before I walked up the aisle: "Mrs" is actually a derivative of "Mistress", which in turn didn't mean a bit on the side but more "Head of the Household". This made me giggle, but also made me question which one I'd prefer!



The registers signed, and we now have an official piece of paper to prove it. Does this mean my life is over? The ball and chain dragging behind me as the shackles of life tie me down. Never to speak to anyone again as any title but someone else's property?  Does a ring on my finger and name change really mean that much? These questions have been swirling in my mind for the past few weeks.



To be fair, I'm not exactly a feminist. Yes; I'm quite happy to be the cook and cleaner; I believe it's lovely to have a man open a door for me or buy me a drink but that's about as far as it goes. Anything else and I get antsy. The thought of being "owned" brings a chill to my spine. It's like being compared to a car, or a house and I'm not the materialistic type...


It took me till this morning to realise; it dawned on me, so long as I'm known as Jennie last names are irrelevant. I am the master of my own life, I am still just me! It's funny how others opinions can really get to you. Life will carry on just as it did before. We had a lovely party to celebrate the "officialness" of us in front of family and friends but overall, it's been official for many years. 


We made it through the chaos and madness of a wedding and out the other side. I have a husband who loves and (tries to) understand(s) me, even with my quirks. Therefore technically making him crazy himself.......


C'est certainement la fin... Well, of this chapter anywho.