Normally I’m not too keen on spreading my private life all across the interwebs, but in this case I’m making a exception, because I know there are more people out there, who suffered the same fate as I and I hope some of them take the same step as I did and revert an injustice that nearly always goes unpunished.
Today, coming home from work, I found a letter in my mailbox saying that I will get my birth name back. Some of you might wonder – “Dude, how do you lose something like that?” Well, the answer is – all you need is a lying, vindictive mother. Long story short, 32 years ago, my mother filed for divorce, accusing my father of adultery, which in itself wasn’t exactly unwarranted, my dad isn’t exactly a catholic priest, except for the fact that she forgot to mention that 9-year-old me had been a (very unwilling) witness to her fucking a guy who later should, after the divorce, become my step-father. BTW, by boning my mother, he cheated on his wife as well. Classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.
A year after the divorce, my mother married her fellow adulterer and in the same moment issued a ban on any contact with my father, which I ignored. The result was physical violence. I was on the receiving end of it. Against the laws (even of then still existing East Germany), I was forced (quite violently so) to assume the surname of the adulterer and I had to live with it for 31 years against my will.
Now, 31 years later, my father is already retired and in bad health, but we finally have the same surname again, so folks, I know this sort of skullduggery has happened in the west as well. If you were robbed of your name: It takes a hard battle with beaurocracy, but it is worth fighting it. Many of my hairs turned grey over it, but I’m happy I did it.