tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260631032024-03-23T11:24:03.038-07:00Her Bad Mother's BasementHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger382125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-13178579381230815812012-02-09T09:40:00.000-08:002012-02-09T09:40:00.366-08:00Hubby Needs A New ValentinePosted by Anonymous.Hubby needs a New Valentine! One who will be tolerant of his childhood training.My Motherinlaw was raised on a tenant farm absorbing the Slave Cultures needs to lie and keep secrets. Hubby's Mother trained him to tell stories and make things up for entertainment...She was bored by her life as a pastors wife, so to addressed it she trained her little boy to entertain Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-69881110693672904772011-05-17T06:02:00.000-07:002011-05-17T06:02:01.053-07:00Don't Follow Me<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4ptHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-59697665663472819422011-05-05T06:30:00.000-07:002011-05-05T06:30:00.572-07:00This Is a Thank You LetterPosted by Anonymous.To Catherine for hosting this, but also to all the bereaved, betrayed, angry, and injured souls on here. This one isn't for everyone; some of you won't relate to this at all. That's fine too. This one is mostly for the married folk out there.About Me:I'm a simple man. A Man's Man, really. I love my woman, my kids, sex, cars, guns, weightlifting and beer. In that order. I am a Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-80445905301758820732011-05-03T06:04:00.000-07:002011-05-03T06:04:00.523-07:00MomPosted by Anonymous.Dear Mom,This is a letter that I should’ve written several years ago. I want to start off with saying that I love you even though you accuse me several times of the opposite. I am twenty-three years old, and I know you still see me as your little girl. Mom, I’m not a little girl anymore. I am almost done with graduate school. I have a lot of things left in life that I Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-74539107554258750682011-04-27T10:09:00.000-07:002011-04-27T10:09:00.062-07:00My SisterPosted by Anonymous.The world as I know it ended on a cold December night in 2006. At 10:15 pm. my baby sister, who I had watched for over ten years fight the nightmare that is Leukemia, died. It was like my own death was taking place; I shut down, I became withdrawn, severely depressed and angry. It wasn't just her death that haunted me, it was the way she died, full of pain and anger, not Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-24059648723932160042011-04-26T18:54:00.000-07:002011-04-26T19:14:39.299-07:00Stalker, Sexual Harasser, and Cult LeaderPosted by Anonymous.I am a quiet person. I am divorced - twice, from the same man both times now. I live like a nun - in fact, I took silent vows to live like a nun.That being said, I was none-too-happy to start getting anonymous voice mails from an unknown throaty man's voice telling me, "I love you, baby, I love you." After about 4 of them, I called back the number on the caller ID, and left Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-7925773941673753722011-03-16T07:40:00.000-07:002011-03-16T07:45:54.858-07:00To My Mother In LawTo My Mother-In-Law, I am tired of making excuses for you and your behavior. I am tired of defending you because you gave me the love of my life. I am tired of trying to find the good in your cruelty. I am finished with you and will not allow you to passively abuse my family. Despite what you may believe, postpartum depression is real. I did not abandon your son when I moved back in with my Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-70999260093721802182011-02-18T09:15:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:17:34.239-08:00How Did We Get Here?Posted by Anonymous.I honestly don't know how it came to this, but deep down inside I always knew this day would come. When I first met you, I couldn't stand you after seeing you every day and I broke it off. A month later I remember driving down the freeway from my friend's house and passing the exit to get off for your work. I called you, and because your such a sweetheart you called me back Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-45266732565054700932011-02-09T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-09T09:56:24.811-08:00How Did I Get From There To Here?Posted by Anonymous.Even as I write this I don't know if I will post it. How can I put this out there amidst these beautiful blogs written eloquently and with style. Once upon a time I wanted to be a writer. I think, just because I loved to read so much. Then I had children and they sucked out my brain. I don't know who I am or what I am doing anymore. How did I get from there to here? A Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-44318959749365937332011-02-03T06:53:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:28:34.541-08:00What Would You Do If I Told You I Loved You Posted by Anonymous.This all started 20 years ago I met a cocky big mouth extremely good looking guy that I had watched grow up before my eyes into a startling handsome man we dated a few times and I spent a lot of time at his parent's house (where he lived at the time) me and his mom were best friend's if you can believe that she always' said me and her son would get married. And then Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-43455115496941202692011-01-25T08:07:00.000-08:002011-01-25T08:15:37.077-08:00Bad Is As Bad Does (An Apology)Hey everybody. I owe you all a BIG apology.It's been a month since I posted any submissions. And there are submissions to post, it's just that I haven't posted them, which is unfair, because you dared to write them, and send them, and I've let you down by not posting them. But the months prior to the holiday season were exceptionally difficult for me, and I struggled - not always successfully - Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-24352574252235513442010-12-22T05:44:00.000-08:002010-12-22T05:54:45.553-08:00Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas TreePosted by Anonymous.First, a little history. My husband and I have been dating or married since 1999. When we got married, I was slightly horrified to discover what his Christmas celebration plan looked like. He got up early on Christmas morning, raced over to his parent’s house, opened presents there and then went to his grandmother’s in the afternoon. It wound up being this non-stop marathon ofHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-48394846478094694732010-12-21T06:54:00.000-08:002010-12-21T06:54:00.250-08:00Santa Doesn't Come AnymorePosted by Anonymous.Christmas is just a little sadder now. Ever since I can remember, Santa came to visit on Christmas Eve at some point after we’d fallen asleep. We’d wake up to a wonderful, magical Christmas morning. I don’t know how old I was when I realized who Santa really was, but that didn’t stop me from believing in Santa. Not at all. Santa was still just as real, only the embodiment of Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-13648429135980935562010-12-01T06:25:00.000-08:002010-12-01T15:11:37.290-08:00The Co-Worker From HellPosted by Anonymous.Gotta get it out...Dear C,The following is what I cannot, for the sake of TT and both our jobs say to you but I have to get it out of my soul. Here it goes. You actually are not without a couple of redeeming qualities. You are a master at public speaking and relating to youth. Probably because you are so much closer in age but ok, well whatever. I am now, however, going to Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-63389131527745614232010-11-29T18:23:00.000-08:002010-11-29T18:25:24.017-08:00NeuroticPosted by Anonymous.It's been six months since my baby was born and still, every time I see you and have to fake smile and ask you how you're doing as if I cared. I feel so furious. I'm a new mother, you were once too so I assumed you would understand. If I don't want children visiting us in the hospital and holding the new baby then as the mother of the baby guess what? I have the right to make Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-45299116646586954062010-11-19T05:04:00.000-08:002010-11-19T05:06:31.665-08:00YOUR BRAINWASHING HAS FAILEDPosted by Anonymous.Its 11:23 p.m. I've spent all day, and most of the evening preparing for my son's birthday. You joined me at the store only because you seen I had done my hair. God forbid anyone hit on me, right? It's been five years, and I hate you. I utterly detest you. In fact, I hardly doubt I ever had any feelings other than resentment towards you.You moved into my life swiftly those Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-61782177778245170082010-11-11T04:22:00.000-08:002010-11-11T04:22:00.349-08:00Questions For My MomPosted by Anonymous.It’s been over six years now since you left this world. I think about you every day. I wonder what you would think about the grandchildren you left behind and the grandchildren who’ve come along since you left us. You definitely loved your grandchildren no doubt. I used to watch in wonderment at the interaction between you and the grandchildren and wonder why you never Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-26556491564894826072010-11-10T04:19:00.000-08:002010-11-10T04:19:00.859-08:00Without YouPosted by Anonymous.I married your ex husband and raised your three children. They were 4,5,and 6 when you left and 15, 16, and 17 when you killed yourself. You left me here holding the bag. I took you in and made you a part of our family so that YOUR kids could get to know YOU. I raised them as if they were mine and they never wanted for anything. Except for you, that is... You were around Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-50001184223144078722010-11-09T04:18:00.000-08:002010-11-09T04:19:02.673-08:00I Had A FriendPosted by Anonymous.i had a friend i used to work with. we saw each other every workday. we would go to movies together on the weekend, or maybe just sit and listen to music.then she moved to the next state over. we still talked a lot by phone. she would come and visit me. (i wouldn't visit her because she lived with her son, his wife and their daughter. i just didn't feel comfortable going into Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-9859428043783254482010-11-04T05:14:00.000-07:002010-11-04T05:16:12.168-07:00GutlessPosted By D Once again you were busted. The funny part is, I knew already. I knew her number where she lived and her name. All the while you thought I knew nothing at all. Do you really think I am that stupid? I guess you do, and that is a shame. I knew about her just like I knew about the others. And you only have yourself to blame. With your constant lies and attempts at deception. Did youHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-91305491595473254942010-10-25T17:55:00.000-07:002010-10-25T18:20:35.669-07:00The Fight Against JimPosted by Denise Kingsley (Pongratz).I dropped the ball again.I married very young. I was in love. In a few short years after the birth of two children, I knew I had outgrown him. I knew I would have nothing if I stayed with him. He was unfaithful to boot. When I decided to leave he became obsessed with keeping me. It took me 3 years to get my divorce. I am sure that this part of my story is Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-54709432073265057372010-10-21T17:22:00.000-07:002010-10-21T17:22:00.149-07:00Is There Really Such A Thing As Forever?Posted by Anonymous. Angry. Distressed. Devastated. Shell-shocked. Broken, it’s all so broken. We were at home on a Saturday, my husband and I. We had just moved into our house we had bought and we had gotten married about a month before. When the house phone rang and my husband picked it up I thought nothing of it. When I saw his face I thought someone had died. It was his mother, she Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-58761469191010398702010-10-21T11:02:00.000-07:002010-10-21T11:02:00.216-07:00Let It Be MePosted by Anonymous.Fertility treatment sucks. Why are so many women who don’t want a kid getting pregnant and I can’t? It is like a bad dream. Sex has become robotic and like a chore on my to do list. I don’t feel sexual at all! I never had so many dildo ultrasounds in my whole life. Every few days you get poked with a needle and open your legs. Every woman in the waiting room has a story and Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-22922003498516795012010-10-20T17:20:00.000-07:002010-10-20T17:22:01.664-07:00My Lovely MotherPosted by Anonymous.My lovely mother.My lovely mother that 'taught me all i know'My lovely mother who today, after i told her that my best friend went to my work to get ice cream, told me that she was worried that my employer would like my best friend better and hire her instead.My lovely mother that complains day and night about all the laundry i cause her to do (which is a small amount mind youHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26063103.post-3422050634645619802010-10-04T05:39:00.001-07:002010-10-04T05:42:27.598-07:00Big GirlPosted by Anonymous.I wonder how I got here, and what is going to happen.We started out as friends, talking for hours on the phone, until the sun came up - countless times.You would stumble home from the bar, and speed dial me, realizing the cruelty of 20-something girls in university, and falling in love with the voice on the other end of the line - I accepted you and loved you just the way youHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.com18