Ok, so here is my story about how I got my "handle". Upon the arrival from my internal happy place, I caused my mother to have some shall we say problems. She was out for more than 3 days and my father couldn't remember how to spell my name. His mother was "Marion" but he knew it had an "a" somewhere in there. Hence, Marian instead of Marianne (the a's should be pronounced as "ah) Magdalena "surname". Oh, well...until the day he died he sometimes spelled my name Marion. It's all good.
I used to date a woman named Marian a long time ago.