My parents didn't give me a middle name. At the time they married, a woman could only have 3 names, so my mother gave up her middle name and retained her maiden name. Apparently, this was very upsetting for her. So upsetting in fact that when her daughters came along, she just didn't bother giving us middle names. (I guess she just assumed we'd get married!)
All the years of filling out paperwork, when it came to the middle name, I had nothing. At school each year, no middle name. Teachers didn't question it, but the other students did. It left me feeling awkward, left out, lacking somehow.
Sometime around middle school (junior high, back in those days) I decided to just give myself a middle name. My dad's name is Dennis, so I chose Denise (plus, I'd seen an after school special where the girl's name was Dennie). For a couple of years all my paperwork had "Denise" in that previously vacant middle name slot.
But it felt fake. Manufactured. Everybody around me knew I'd just made it up.
Eventually I dropped it, and went back to just my two names. But I clearly remember the first form I filled out after I got married. I filled in that legitimate middle name with glee.
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