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My name is Jenny.

My husband calls me Jen. That is fine. He’s my husband, he can call me that (it is preferred to wench, b*t*h or woman).

People he knows calls me Jen. I hate that. I hate that. I hate that. He says it is because he always says “Jen this…” “Jen that…” (again preferred to “that old lady of mine…”)…

I never sign anything Jen, I never leave a message starting “this is Jen”, when someone answers the phone, I never say, “Hi, this is Jen.” Idios mio.

Then there are the people that assume your name is Jennifer. Okay, that isn’t my name either. Don’t assume anything. I assume you graduated high school, have a common grasp of the English language, can sit upright and use a fork without hurting yourself…silly me — we’re both wrong.