Status check

My company is switching health insurance plans, and so I had a bit of paperwork to fill out this week. I waited for the last minute, of course, and had to call home several times to get all the relevant details that I should have memorized for Judybat and TheBoy, such as their social security numbers. (We've been together 12 years, and I still don't know Judybat's. That's bad, right?)

Once I scrambled to get everything written down, I ran the forms up to our human resources office. The woman behind the counter took them and kindly checked to make sure I hadn't missed anything.

I had: Those little boxes marked "Married," "Single," or "Divorced," blank. I left them blank on passive-aggressive purpose, because I'm never quite sure what the powers that be will accept. It's not that I'm confused. I am married, at least in my own mind and the minds of those I love. But my government disagrees. And given the frequent visits we all make to the doctor, I don't want to screw up our health insurance forms by pissing off some file clerk in Omaha.

The woman behind the counter looked at the form for a minute, clearly noting that I'd listed my partner and our child. She stared at me for a minute. Then she looked back at the form and frowned.

Her: "You left this blank."
Me: "I didn't know what to say."
Her: "I don't know what to say either."
Me: "Why wouldn't they just have a box on there for domestic partner? Most companies offer them now, right?"
Her: "We could draw one in, but that might present a problem."
Me: "Maybe we should just leave it blank."
Her: "Maybe we should."

And that's what we did. I'm not sure how else to handle the situation, which really doesn't rise to the level of "situation," but does give one pause.

What the hell am I, anyway?