tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post1150197396199972800..comments2023-11-30T00:53:33.374-08:00Comments on Crazy Days and Nights: Your Turnent lawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08658046190988387228noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-63005026891994864282017-08-22T03:03:16.000-07:002017-08-22T03:03:16.000-07:00If it's a maternity pun you want, I promise to...If it's a maternity pun you want, I promise to deliver.Former CNN Anchor Candy Crowleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-59564101709468078162017-08-22T03:03:30.000-07:002017-08-22T03:03:30.000-07:00During WW2 my father was the bandleader and host o...During WW2 my father was the bandleader and host of a Sunday night radio show from his Army base on WBBM AM, before he got shipped overseas.sandybrooknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-57733189746777437912017-08-22T03:06:45.000-07:002017-08-22T03:06:45.000-07:00That my mother was 16 years older than my father.That my mother was 16 years older than my father.Merlindbearnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-54542710220381955812017-08-22T03:08:23.000-07:002017-08-22T03:08:23.000-07:00Office politics (competition at work) can ruin hou...Office politics (competition at work) can ruin households and marriages. I found out from my brother (he remembers what happened, I don't).Scandi Sanskritnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-51344437625602461112017-08-22T03:11:45.000-07:002017-08-22T03:11:45.000-07:00The week of my moms wake and funeral, my uncle, he...The week of my moms wake and funeral, my uncle, her brother told me about her being physically abused by their father beating her constantly. It explained a lot, because she did the same to me. Now I understood that abuse carries over generations. I don't have kids, so it ends with me.Brooklyn Girlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-58441380057439487222017-08-22T03:27:36.000-07:002017-08-22T03:27:36.000-07:00I learned from my mom a year after Dad passed that...I learned from my mom a year after Dad passed that they put up with a lot of flac over their "mixed" marriage in the 1950's. Dad was half American Indian and mom was Caucasian. It just wasn't discussed when I was a child or young adult.Tigerlilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-59398240017898739452017-08-22T03:28:01.000-07:002017-08-22T03:28:01.000-07:00The date they really got married. Six months befor...The date they really got married. Six months before my older brother was born, not nine months as they claimed.Krabnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-49438484587577912252017-08-22T03:33:09.000-07:002017-08-22T03:33:09.000-07:00That my dad's father committed suicide when my...That my dad's father committed suicide when my dad was very young, leaving the family destitute.Stuartnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-24578880306083673712017-08-22T03:34:25.000-07:002017-08-22T03:34:25.000-07:00Mine is not a bombshell revelation, but at some po...Mine is not a bombshell revelation, but at some point I realized my mother had some type personality disorder - she told me once she probably shouldn't have had children, and I have to agree. Not so much physical abuse as emotional abuse, which can be just as bad in a different way.Mop topnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-76756493010639089902017-08-22T03:42:46.000-07:002017-08-22T03:42:46.000-07:00That my mother had a child out of wedlock in her t...That my mother had a child out of wedlock in her teens, and she and my dad (who was not the father) spent years trying to locate her. It made me more sympathetic of my mom, and more loving of my dad, who went to all kinds of trouble and expense to help my mom with this. <br>They never were able to find her, sadly.JoanieHasATempernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-46461012624079545962017-08-22T03:43:48.000-07:002017-08-22T03:43:48.000-07:00That my parents were idiots? When I was in third g...That my parents were idiots? When I was in third grade I had a great crush on the principal's secretary, whose brother was a grade ahead of me. One day I came in and everyone in school is whisper whisper whisper and strange quiet. It didn't take long to find out what was up. Over the weekend the secretary had been out of town and she was raped and murdered. It was horrible -- and I wasn't even family! I read all about it in the newspaper and the worst part is that the guy who was arrested was acquitted. (Several years later he was arrested again charged with rape and attempted murder, found guilty, and drew a life sentence.)<br><br>Anyway, flash forward many years and I'm having dinner with them. I don't recall exactly what we were talking about but I mentioned the name of the girl who was murdered and my parents were shocked I knew anything about it. I'm like, what the hell are you people thinking? I go to school with her brother, I see her all the time and then one day she disappears, you know I read the newspaper practically front to back every day anyway -- Jesus, how stupid do you think I am?<br><br>That really appalled me. Parents, don't hide shit from your kids, they know a lot more than you think.AndrewBWnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-21823995779948157792017-08-22T04:03:54.000-07:002017-08-22T04:03:54.000-07:00That my mother is a pathological liar. She tried t...That my mother is a pathological liar. She tried to tell me that I was the surviving child of an abortion attempt and that I would have had a twin if she didn't have an "abortion". Both my parents emotionally tortured me in my life, but this was the worst story I had heard. They divorced and constantly told stories about the other I never knew the truth. Thankfully I have one child who I love dearly and am honest with him about everything. We are nothing like the dysfunction of my past.Mollienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-15338127057424460982017-08-22T04:04:19.000-07:002017-08-22T04:04:19.000-07:00That all the horrible things they said I was were ...That all the horrible things they said I was were just lies. That there is nothing wrong with me, they're just horrible people with no conscience. From there my life became my own. My rock bottom as an adult was still easier than my childhood. But that lead to seeing this life and the world as much grander and more beautiful than they could.Phyllis Whitweednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-25946674016422012452017-08-22T04:21:41.000-07:002017-08-22T04:21:41.000-07:00That my mother is neither the person I thought she...That my mother is neither the person I thought she was, nor the mother I deserved. Let's leave it at that.Marlonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-53426199547050652082017-08-22T04:27:41.000-07:002017-08-22T04:27:41.000-07:00No matter how ridiculous they seemed, they are a l...No matter how ridiculous they seemed, they are a lot wiser than I suspected. I should've listened more<br>Jesus, you people have some horror storiesHH314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-81033087970737914382017-08-22T04:34:22.000-07:002017-08-22T04:34:22.000-07:00My father cheated on my mother all. the. time.My father cheated on my mother all. the. time.OGJustReadingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-28503732605273199192017-08-22T04:57:06.000-07:002017-08-22T04:57:06.000-07:00My sister has a different father than I do. Mom h...My sister has a different father than I do. Mom had an affair. She blurted it out at a big family Thanksgiving dinner, after a few glasses of wine.meagainhttp://crazydaysandnights.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-38452634195135409652017-08-22T05:26:59.000-07:002017-08-22T05:26:59.000-07:00That I love them more than I thought.That I love them more than I thought.8==D KermitGosnellKnobJobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-18358448807396344952017-08-22T06:12:16.000-07:002017-08-22T06:12:16.000-07:00My parents got married by a justice of the peace a...My parents got married by a justice of the peace a year before their formal wedding because my mother's parents didn't think my father was good enough. My grandparents allowed the formal wedding because the marriage was a fait accompli. My parents were married over 40 years, until my father's death.Liznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-13542287216501554432017-08-22T07:14:22.000-07:002017-08-22T07:14:22.000-07:00...that they smoked a ton of weed and hash.When I ......that they smoked a ton of weed and hash.<br>When I smelled it for the first time, it smelled like their friend's basement and brought back memories of my mom playing hours of Barbies with me (and enjoying herself).WickedBeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-40006712794199238062017-08-22T07:43:28.000-07:002017-08-22T07:43:28.000-07:00My mother used to go wild with credit cards; buy h...My mother used to go wild with credit cards; buy herself dresses she wouldn't even try on, claiming she would "fit into them later" while we were stuck with North Stars from BiWay and Jade Jeans from Woolco because she "couldn't afford" to let us shop in nicer stores.<br><br>When I was 18 she was convinced I had a stroke or something because of the way I walked (and also because I started to stand up for myself more often). She made me get an EEG done. (I had one when I was 6 because I would mix up left and right and I still remember that horror.) I was told this doctor didn't do the needles in the head, that it was different. It wasn't. The physical pain and the memories that came flooding back were too much for me. My mother really did feel bad about that, so she decided to take me tv shopping because ours was starting to go. She told me I could pick whichever one I liked. I chose the most expensive one, thinking I was getting revenge. She even hemmed and hawed about it.<br><br>Years later I found out my father paid for everything. All the credit cards were his, and she was supposed to get us whatever we needed with them. She ran them all up mostly for herself, yet he never said anything to her about it. I felt bad about the tv.<br><br>Oh yeah, she managed to get me an appointment with a top neurologist in Toronto. It lasted less than 10 minutes. She basically told my mother she was wasting her time. There wasn't anything wrong.shakeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-77424980349278430232017-08-22T09:03:11.000-07:002017-08-22T09:03:11.000-07:00Thank you to everyone who has answered this. I got...Thank you to everyone who has answered this. I got a lot of the same experiences by the looks of this. Mother who was a narcissist. My mother ran away from her parents to marry as they didn't approve of my father who was both divorced and not Catholic. She was 39 for god's sake.<br>Married in a registry office, not the church they told me. And no photos at all.<br>My aunt told me she used to get but all the time by my mum, and they didn't fully appreciate what she was like with me- yeah ok.<br>And the night before the wedding my uncles all told my dad not to marry her because it would be a disaster. True.Emmafnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-19147550135053864082017-08-22T09:53:49.000-07:002017-08-22T09:53:49.000-07:00That they were/are always right ....especially abo...That they were/are always right ....especially about people (they are from Hell's Kitchen,NYC).Tricia13noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-40479133814416975172017-08-22T10:26:30.000-07:002017-08-22T10:26:30.000-07:00that they really disliked being parents and were t...that they really disliked being parents and were thrilled when i turned 18 because their job was over.just sayin\'noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-9013052581282854082017-08-22T10:45:08.000-07:002017-08-22T10:45:08.000-07:00My mom was once married to an ADA in NYC, and was ...My mom was once married to an ADA in NYC, and was being wooed by the head of the blood bank of Beth israel Hospital (also in NYC) while dating my father.MaggieMcFiercenoreply@blogger.com