My Married Name

All day yesterday during the game I kept looking around at the view and thinking that I miss Utah, and maybe moving back someday wouldn't be so bad. Then at church today I was reminded why I left. It was all going along very well until Sunday School when the teacher who
used to know who I am noted to the class that I was there visiting, and then asked me what my married name is. Jared says I should have made up some really awful name, but I don't think that fast so I just told her I'm not married. This was followed by an audible gasp from
other ward members in the class. I felt really bad for the teacher because she looked mortified, and I have to admit that if there had been an easy escape route for myself I would have taken it in a second. There's nothing quite like visiting the home ward still single to make you feel like a freak. A few people were nice enough to still come speak to me besides my lack of a spouse, but for the most part people I have known most of my life just acted as though they couldn't see me. It was really pretty weird. Now I remember why I was happy to leave Utah when I did.