My middle name was given to me in honor of my paternal grandmother, presumably for reasons my parents deemed significant. I adopted it for an entire school year, partly because I was weary of sharing a common name with so many others. Despite attending an elementary school with a small student body (less than 35 in the entire school), I was never the sole Emily.
However, as I grew older, I came to realize the strained relationship between my grandmother and me. She exhibited little affection, if any, towards me, and I believe she harbored a deep dislike for me. It became apparent that she did not welcome my presence, particularly because she held a general aversion towards girls, after raising four boys.
Consequently, my sentiment towards my middle name shifted. It seemed wrong to bear the name of someone who harbored animosity towards me. As a result, I seldom use it and rarely disclose it. Yet, here I am, revealing it for the sake of this blog post, as I am too exhausted after a crappy week to craft a substantial post.
What about you? Do you have a middle name, and do you have any feelings towards it?
Emily's Mind Dump Madness 
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