Yes, married for a long time.
Yes, I did take DH’s surname.
No, my name does not define me. Women are not the chattels of their fathers or husbands and have not been for over a century in the UK.
I don’t give a flying fuck if you think changing a surname makes you a lesser person, it made zero difference to me. I was not attached to the name I inherited from my father, it’s just a name (which meant ‘son of male person’, so hardly appropriate anyway).
My bloodline is my bloodline, that’s not defined by a single name either, there’s dozens of different surnames in my bloodline, how can you be defined by a single one?
Taking your husband’s name might be an anachronism, but then so is getting married in church or wearing a big white wedding dress (neither of which I did).
I’ve lived my life by doing things that women weren’t expected to do, worked fucking hard to prove myself and dealt with the men that didn’t think I should be there. I’d like to think that I changed a few minds and made it a bit easier for the women that came after me.
Women are still so massively disadvantaged when it comes to employment opportunities, maternity care, health research, pension provision, MVAWG - I could go on.
So no, names come pretty low on my list of priorities.