My Tipping Point - Daisie-Lyn Fuller

The day you left the house and didn’t come back for hours.
Blowing up your phone to no avail 
Just for you to come storming through the door
‘I left my keys all the way at work’ you were always shit at lying 
How did you drive home then? How come you came through the door earlier when no one was home? 
Alarm bells start ringing. 

The night you packed a bag and ran off into the night. 
Letting yourself in through the back so the neighbours won’t see
‘I needed a night away’ you can’t even look me in the eye
What’s going on in your head? Do you seriously think I’m deaf?
Alarm bells still ringing. 

The morning you came back in a drunken mess.
Lipstick stains on your collar, classic man. 
Parading the marks she left with pride, bursting into our kitchen 
Who is the lipstick’s owner? Does she even know he’s a father? 
I scream ‘I want a divorce’
No one wants a lying scumbag, two-timer for a husband. 
He was my tipping point that finally erupted and ruined the family I created. 

The blessed day that ended our union.
I was so glad to be rid of him, and gaining full custody 
The joys in life started coming back to me
My entire world, in this one tiny bubble
My tipping point was gone along with all my troubles.