Life in A-Town
It’s E. Short for Erica short for Erica B. Sanchez yes that’s I, Bellawritter23, the true me. I live in a town called Alhambra Long for A-Town, California. I am a divorcee with three children which makes me a single mommy. I am 28 going on extinct. I am American/Mexican. I started writing since I was about 6 years old, but back then it was all just scribble never any sense made of it. I started my journey back in September of 1982. I was born to a very young mother that was 15 years old and to a father who was addicted to minor drugs back then. My mom was an American citizen but my dad no I can’t say he was, he was a citizen of across the border (Mexico). Well I was conceived in Mexico but born to the U.S. civilization. My mom and dad where madly in love (apparently not) but my dad had a lover and her name was DRUGS, my mom didn’t know any better back then she was just a naive girl looking for her prince charming which she thought she found but any who, so where did I leave off oh yes my dad I guess was the real Mccoy back then and had many female friends and happened to exchange some loving with another female which makes that the mother to my brother Ha Ha (brother from another mother). Well any how my mom had me this gremlin you see today in my default pic yeah Hi that’s me.
She was too young to raise me on her own so we lived with my grandparents Grammies and Grampies. My mom found a lover man and decided to get married and make him her husband, well I wasn’t to happy to hear I was leaving my grandparents so my mom decided to leave me with them, don’t get me wrong she was still my mother and provided like a mother should, but I wanted my grandparents more than her, I know a bit harsh but I was only four who doesn’t want to be spoiled by their grandparentsJ. Well , my mom drove off in her happily married cart and moved into her happily married home while I stayed with Grammie and Grampies. Grampies not such a nice fella he enjoyed the bottle and the woman and the bars a bit too much. So gramies and I bonded way too much and grew more than her children. My grampies was becoming a very mean person and just was nasty on the inside.
Physical violence became a part of my mental recollection from the age of 5. Gramies couldn’t handle him no more so her and I carried on to another home and became the bestest of friends. Not only was she my grandmother/mother but my guardian angel. My anger for my grampies grew with age and well my mom she had her own problems with her so called husband she was pregnant with my sister and also had her very own case of abuse. Come on who didn’t in the 80’s. Well I turned out a good gremlin went to school did my homework carried on, but always wondered why my mom’s so called husband never looked for me he was my dad right? Oh well life continued. I was graduating from high school now at 17 and got accepted into a Fashion Design school and preceded with my dreams of becoming a fashion designer oh but wait rewind let me elaborate on my real dad.
Well I was led to believe that my step dad was my real dad no one ever spoke of my real dad so I assumed my step dad was my biological father. Well I guess you can say I was lied to on who my real dad was. So I asked, who else, then my very own grammies, she would never lie to me she just withheld the missing info. So I asked and she told me the whole story. I understood and I continued on that was around graduation so I continued living. I was now 18 almost finished with school because it was an Associate’s Degree. I had two jobs at 18 and a fool time college student. I met my Boy Friend at work and we fell madly in love so I thought. Barf, yes I was foolish enough to think he even loved me once. That was in the year 2000. Two years into our relationship we had our very own gremlin. Oh yes let me not forget I faced his ugly truth of his fists in my face. Blacked and blued skin the bed rests because of my broken bones, and so forth. Then something very scary happened and I was strangled and that widened my eyes to leave. So I decided to travel to Southern Cali, to go see, guess who? Yes bingo my real dad. So we met for the first time and he stared at the ground he not only did he have a daughter but a grandson. We sat together for one hour and talked. Oh yes he was in a drug rehab for heroin usage, the big nasty stuff that can kill ya. Well I lived with my aunt and uncle for about 3 months after that and decided I wanted to work things out with my demon (ex-husband). I moved back and guess what? I get a call six months shortly after telling me my dad passed away from failed organs due to a fall he had on heroin. Yes very disturbing and heart rending.
My real dad only new me for 1 hour and we were lost forever from there on. My abusive life continued nothing changed everything remained the same. 7 years passed and I grew stronger and gained maturity and decided no more abuse for me. I left him at the age of 26. I have struggled for the past two years with my emotions and have tried to find myself as they call it. It has been the hardest thing I have ever done. Raising three children alone is quite a task within itself. I have come a very long way and I stand here before you now. I found writing to be my outlet and I have abused it to the core. My emotions met poetry and have become my hugest obsession. I think to myself and look back at all I have been through and witnessed and say I am blessed no matter how much I struggle it is never too much for me. Some say I am a beautiful person within and out. I believe so or at least I try to be.
I am just a woman of three children who enjoys writing and reading and helping others through their difficult times. That’s it! That is me nothing less than what I said here. My life in A-town is just like every other person out here in this finely crafted weapon just trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Well now you know my life my biography all summed up into 1,202 words. Till next time…….toodles!!