Krysty Del

  Mother’s Day is hard for me Because I had a mother figure for a few years but I basically raised myself. So this day is a reminder of what I had and what I lost. What I might have had, what I might have one day and what I will never have... I make no secret that my mom committed suicide when I was 4.  So this day just makes me sad, but not just for me. I’m sad for lots of people. To the girls that didn’t have a positive mother figure.  To those that lost their mothers far too soon. To those that wanted to become mothers but can’t.  To those still fighting to become a mother. To those that had mothers who were inherently toxic.  To those that had to mother themselves.  To those that waited a lifetime to become a mother. To those that are aunts and friends who assist in mothering.  To those that just didn’t want children but mother their friends, or help others.  To those that just wanted solace in their adulthood’s after their toxic childhoods. T...

This all started when  I was having a conversation with a friend about why I am single and what it would take for me to date again... I said he would have to check all my boxes for me to date at this point because I was tired of getting it wrong.   I have gotten it wrong everytime. Like all the times.  Every single time.  As I am becoming a phoenix that is rising from the ashes of my old life equipped with new boundaries and a new outlook. I realize that I need new people in my circle that match this new energy. Maybe these are people that used to be around me and are circling back for the right reasons. Like maybe my Mr. Right was in front of me but I never saw him. Or maybe, my new circle is in the new city, like I plan to move to soon enough. Who knows... Back to the matter at hand; I want someone that checks all my boxes. Now my boxes aren’t anything crazy, nothing with looks, height, job title, car type, or home ownership status. I am not where I want to be...