My Inner, Only, Child

Maybe it's because I was (slightly) over 30 when Hot Guy and I got together. Maybe it's because I am an only child. Maybe it's because I can barely remember which emails I've read, even though I mark them. . . .

But I just can't imagine sharing an email address with my spouse.

I love Hot Guy. I know his password and he knows mine. We have no email secrets. Half of my emails are forwards from him. But I can't imagine having to read the titles of twice the emails I get now and then having to mentally sort them between his, mine and ours. I can't imagine sending the silly e-cards I send him to my own email address. I can't imagine having to figure out whether I've read the light blue (the Gmail read color) email from a mutual friend, or he has. I can't imagine not having an internet identity of my own.

I suppose I can see having a joint email for certain purposes (although when it's so easy to press "forward", I'm not sure why you'd NEED one), as long as you had solo ones too. But I know some people whose only email is the one they share with their spouse.

Is that weird, or is my inner only child coming out?