Identity Crisis 04.02.07

I have been aware for some time that one of Robbie's work nicknames is The Boy Blurt. I find the boy bit extremely patronising considering he is almost 35, and don't particularly like Blurt, but I have to acknowledge that the name fits him like a glove. However, I was horrified when one of his colleagues referred to me recently as Mrs Blurt!

I am my own person with my own name, I am not Mrs Burgess and I am certainly not Mrs Blurt. When I married Robbie I didn't give up my personality and I didn't see why I should give up my identity either. I invited him to take my name, but he refused, feeling that it would somehow diminish his identity, I don't blame him, I feel just the same. I love being married and if anything I love Robbie even more as time goes on, but I am still me.

The days of prehistoric man venturing out with his club to subdue his chosen wife and drag her back to his cave are long gone. I realise our friend from the north has not progressed beyond the Neanderthal attitude to women, but the rest of us are in the 21st century. Robbie did not buy me or pay a dowry, he wouldn't have been able to afford me anyway!! In his own style he 'talked me into submission'. I will leave you to wonder about his less obvious attractions. Our marriage is a true partnership, it is not a buy out or a take over bid. I am not a 'good little wife' and I am not an extension of Robbie's personality, I am me, a unique individual who is very happily married to Robbie. Come on, do the maths, you simply couldn't get two people like him. and if I talked even half as much as he does I would never have time to sleep!