<human>: Can you succinctly summarize the text in 1-3 sentences?

I'm not normally a big believer in things being fated.  However, today my dad (who recently got a divorce from my mom) told me that when my mom was pregnant, he spent hours every day just writing down names, trying to find the perfect one for me.  He said he knew that there was a name for me that matched who I would grow into, like he could already see me and who I would become.  And then, one day, he found it.

But my mom nixed it immediately.  She named me something else, and while it's certainly not the worst name in the world, honestly, I have always hated my name.  Even after I went through the obligatory adolescent stage of wanting a cool, extravagant name-change, I still never liked it.  To this day, I hate it.

And then my dad told me what he would have called me.  And I felt a pit drop into my stomach.  I can't explain it or make anyone understand why this makes any sense at all, because it wouldn't make sense to me if you told me, but I felt as if, for the first time in my life, I'd been called by my true name.

Now I don't know what to do.  I'm not an impulsive person by any means, and I don't want to rush downtown and change my name, but that was truthfully my first instinct.  But I can't think of anything more frightening.  To lose your first name is to lose a part of yourself.

I don't know what I'm looking for by posting here.  If anyone has any insight into something like this, or if anyone's gone through a name change or experienced something similar, I'd like to hear about it.  I feel...it's hard to describe how I feel.  Like I've spent my entire life wearing shoes the wrong size.  Like I've lived thus far as the wrong person.
<bot>: Always hated my name; now my dad tells me it was supposed to be something different.  Now I'm at a loss.