Not As Happy

I have been waiting for this moment
for my mom to tell him it's over
for them to go their separate ways.
Yes, I have been waiting for the day
when she would get tired of fighting,
tired of waiting too long to see if he would change
tired of waiting for a reason to stay.
I have been ready for a long time
I have had a bag packed underneath my bed for a long time.
I am ready.
Or, at least I thought.
I have seen it coming,
it isn't anything new.
It didn't scare me.
Until now, at least.
And thinking about leaving my home
being uprooted again
and starting all over,
I want to cry.
It's not that I am going to miss my stepfather
I'm just going to miss my home.
The weird thing is,
the crazy-out-of-my-mind thing is,
I'm not as happy as I thought i'd be.