My mother told me how wonderful it would be to all have the same name.
She convinced my dad to sign me over,
I was 8. I didn’t understand.

Then after, she told me my dad didn’t love me, that he loved his new family more. That he didn’t want to be bothered with me.

5 years later she divorced my step/adad and I was stuck with a name I hated and wasn’t mine.

At 35 my bio dad adopted me back into the family. Not that I use my maiden name, but it is mine legally again.