Hi, I’m Geochick.

Welcome to my blog. What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy and spiritual awakening. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

Family of Origin

Mine is f-cked up. In a big way, and things keep happening that point it out to me.

Two of my brothers were in town this summer at separate times. Neither one of them told me. One I had been texting with and I invited him over to our house for dinner. I found out from my mom when he was here and left. 

The other came into town for a wedding and S found out on FB. 

That makes me angry. And sad. I have a connection with one out of three of my brothers. Part of it is age difference, but a part has to be the way we were raised with my mom as the sun around which all communication revolves. L and I have broken that cycle. The other two have no desire to cultivate a relationship with their siblings. 

Every time I falter and wonder if I'm blowing the situation out of proportion, something happens to remind me that this is real dysfunction. It's damaging, and I don't want to continue the cycle. 

More Family Crap

#MicroblogMondays - The Carpet is Gone