That's interesting, tortoise, because I was really bullied about changing my name (by my mum! who is ultra-patriarchal) and because I couldn't do it at once for visa and passport reasons (got married in the UK but work abroad, here in the USA) I changed my name on the bank account, changed my email address, and basically moved back to my flat in the USA and ignored doing anything about changing my name the rest of the way 'because I can't right now'.
I didn't ever want to.
Now, 2 years on, I know that not only am I not going to change it, but anyone who wants to chat about why I should can fuck right off.
oh, and DH did offer to take my name, and might still. All he cares about is us all having the same name, he says. But he also felt angry for me about the social pressure I was under to change mine, (including being challenged, basically, as to why I was even getting married if I didn't 'love my husband enough' - good grief!)and angry with all the reasons why women do change their names - enough to not push me. We might hyphenate later, we might change HIS later - but both living abroad makes it easier to just keep both our own names for now. And I don't feel a teensy bit 'less married' for it.
I wonder how many women change their name in the stress and pressure of the run up to the wedding (to not offend his family, her new ILs, for example,) and then regret it?
Mainly, I'm just relieved I didn't change my name. I'm lucky that in my line of work most women don't, so that at least isn't an expectation - but my bloody mum still addresses letters to me as Mrs DHfirstname DHlastname.
DH has a tendency of picking up the letters and saying "darling, your mother is writing love letters to my mighty phallus again...."
Which diffuses the tension