I can really relate to the song, “That’s not my name “ now... my husband’s aunt mailed us a gift for our baby, but the name that she wrote for me is definitely not my name... I am pretty sure it’s his ex girlfriend’s name... who he dare about 5 years ago. I don’t feel too bad about the mistake, since I only met his aunt once. However, part of me was a little horrified that anyone else could be thought of as the mother of my child. Is it terrible that my main Horror was focused on not being named the mother of my newborn rather than being misnamed as his wife? I just thought, “What? I am her mother, not that person!”