My Mother, The Grand Old Gal, Wants To Marry Her Life Partner

Back in 1979 my mother was getting deported after she finished college. Her lover, talked to a guy she knew into marrying her so she could stay. My father figured, what the hell, she's my wife and consummated the marriage, and she got pregnant with me. Everyone sucked it up, my mother and her lover couldn't come out, 'hey we're gay', my father had to accept responsibility' like a man should, and no way no how was my mother getting deported. I was born, and if it worked once it will work again, my mother got pregnant two months later. She was now married for life.

Her lover hovered over her, almost got married herself, but fear of penis kept her from doing it. Years passed, my mother had experience with one batch, two came along like the first, eleven months apart, but five years later. Any hope of not spending her life married to a penis was gone. Now she and her lover had to make a decision, tell my father or keep it a secret. They told my father.

To their surprise he said he didn't care, to him lesbians were like girlfriends. No penis, no penetration, no harm done. Except his penis, she was his wife. A year later my mother's lover asked to be made pregnant, before she turned thirty, and she had another five years later.

My father would be 73 now, my mother and her life partner are 66 now. I'm sure my father wouldn't care if they got married, neither do us kids. But, a life of being a Morrow, my mom can't change her name. How do two lovers take the deceased husband's name? The name of their children. They will be Morrows, come hell or high water. It's just not possible any other way.