No became a word I couldn’t use with you

When you asked me to change my perfume as you didn’t like the smell

Seemed reasonable

When facilitating your life became my responsibility

I didn’t refuse

When you convinced me my friends weren’t my friends

I reluctantly acquiesced

When you mocked my choices, and made me feel small

I didn’t disagree

When you decided what I was going to wear

I couldn’t say no

When you were spending money we didn’t have

No wasn’t an option

When you wanted to fuck and I didn’t

No was a problem

When I asked time and again if you were cheating

No was your lie

When you expected me to settle for far less than what I’d want for our daughter

I left

You asked me to come back

I finally said no.

And meant it.