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In Ang, Angela R. Zurita reveals how the “everyday family” isn’t always as it seems. Often, we live our lives thinking family are those most loyal to us, and that blood is thicker than water. Zurita begs to differ, as she openly presents the flaws of her family life on paper for the world to see. Some may judge, but others with broken families may learn how to navigate the shattered world already laid out for them, in order to overcome their obstacles and become the person they were meant to be.
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Angela R. Zurita has a mechanical background and learned how to excel as the only woman in a male-dominated workforce. She loves to draw, read, photograph, and dive into learning new skills. Zurita is a huge Pokémon fan and devotes much of her free time to her card collection.
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Ang - Angela R. Zurita
Prologue
I wasn’t always this way, you know? I wasn’t always insecure and stand-offish.
I didn’t always come off as a hard-ass, and I used to let people walk all over me, because my family, and society said that I should. I wasn’t always so distrusting of everyone, and I didn’t have the idea where I believed that not everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt. I used to value the opinion of those around me, and I wasn’t always willing to confront those that disrespected me. No, I used to be softer. At one point, I hoped and prayed that my family would treat me more like I belonged. I grew out of that when I realized blood is not always thicker than water. Let me share parts of my life with you, and the events that have molded me into the flawed woman that I am today—with just a little more confidence than I had before.
My name is Angela, but my therapist calls me Ang. You, my friend, can call me whatever you like. I think the best part about being open and transparent is that there’s no guess work in terms of getting to know someone; no secrets. Let’s get to know each other. I have been told in the past that I’m too forward, or that I’m too harsh. If you knew me years ago when I was younger, my past would show that I haven’t changed very much. Actually, I believe I’m more docile as I’m coming up on my 30th birthday, but for all the wrong reasons.
Between you and me, I’m probably not the best one to attempt a book writing. My memory is terrible, and I know I’ve pushed so many things out, that I’ve literally reduced my memory to very few life events. I can’t really attach certain details, like my age at certain points, only because I don’t want to feel like I’m lying to you. Just know that I’m working my way from the beginning, up until becoming an adult. Just know that I appreciate you for being here, and the patience you’re bound to need to have for my off the wall writing.
I want to just blurt out every bad decision, every indiscretion, to you; I want to just plainly tell you my reasoning for writing this, but that would do no justice. I don’t know where you come from, or who you are; I don’t know the color of your skin, your sex, your sexual orientation, or your political beliefs; I don’t know if you’ve sinned, or if you even believe in any higher power.
What I do know is that I believe on the inside, we’re all the same. I know that people experience many different things in their life from emotional highs to the deepest lows you can imagine. As human beings, I think we have more in common than some may believe. I think no amount of money, lifestyle, or status can protect us from the inevitability that at some point, some sort of negative event will change our lives forever.
In a nutshell, I am insecure, a hothead, nosy, I can be selfish at times, and, of course, jealous. Those are just the qualities I have realized and accepted about myself, and that took me a long time of many trials, and errors. In addition to those strong qualities, I am also giving, loyal, thoughtful, smart, and independent. If you do right by me, I will always do right by you. My story has been a little dark, and in the process of me sharing my story with you, I hope that I shine a little light on your story.
Chapter 1
Let’s start from the beginning. I was born in Dallas, Texas. My family is fairly large, and I knew my parents to be the two people that have raised me. At times, this family unit didn’t make sense to me. Pieces were missing. I have two half-brothers and two half-sisters. All of them are significantly older than myself, and each of them have their own family. I wouldn’t say that I’m exactly a good fit in my family. Honestly, I would consider myself a black sheep. Growing up, I was the youngest. The baby. My parents were much older and were everyone else’s grandparents, which left me as the youngest aunt to everyone. So, I had a good start, I’d say.
Let me try to paint the picture of my childhood as I remember it. My father was a hardworking man. Being a self-taught mechanic from a young age, I remember my father being able to work on pretty much anything. I thought it was absolute magic. Every morning he would wake up, pull a little black comb out of his back pocket, and slick back his hair. He would always wear the same thing, which was a pair of faded out Dickie’s, and a white t-shirt. When I was a baby, he worked for companies, but as I got older, and he got older, he started to work from home to be around for me more. He would work on customer’s cars from home, and while I’m sure the neighbors didn’t appreciate the noise, he had a following of customers that sought him out, because he was the only honest mechanic they knew. I’ve learned through the years that word of mouth is the best way to get customers to your business, and word of mouth is what my father had. The only thing my father didn’t work on was airplanes, but I suppose that’s because they have such strict educational requirements, and really, no one wants a plane to fall out of the sky. Go figure.
The other thing that I remember about my father, and is a fond memory, is that my father had a rocking chair in his room. He would always sit there when watching television, reading his automotive manuals when trying to figure out a problem car, but most importantly, he sat in that chair when he talked to me, or any of his grandkids, giving us advice on life. I could sit there for hours listening to this man, and honestly, if you accumulated all the time we sat there listening, it would add up to years. I learned how to do lawn work because of this man. I learned to date everything I wrote on; I learned to snap a photo any chance I got; I learned to care for the things that are yours to make them last; I learned how to be honest, and I learned how to save a penny.
My mother was a homemaker. I remember that she would stay up late after everyone had already gone to bed, and that would be her cleaning time. She would sweep, and mop, wipe down everything, and so I awoke to a pristine kitchen pretty much every morning. My parents were old fashioned, so my dad worked, and my mother would tend the house, raise me, and more often would also raise their grandkids. There was hardly ever a time that I was home with just my mother. For future reference in my writing, I’ll introduce my nephew, Eric, and my niece, Vicky. Being more than eight years older than me, I remember specifically in my childhood that they were around the most.
As a young child, the two of them would let me beat them up.
I would throw blocks at Eric’s head, or get piggyback rides. Vicky was always so enthusiastic with how she spoke. We would color, and even though mine was typical of a child—being outside the lines—she would praise my efforts like they belonged in a museum. I always appreciated the two of them for the role they played in my life growing up. I even remember when they would let me stay up with