Uninvited

You were not invited, Mr. Daniels. Jack, I believe? Still you came with bruising fists soaking my soul with reign of rage. Your sour stench precedes your steps. I hold my breath praying, you will collapse before you reach our bedroom door.     I detest your cowering scowl.     Tomorrow you will bring me impish grin that says     I'm sorry knowing I will dissolve like the sugar in your cup.     Last night you broke grandma's Waterford crystal vase a decade of marriage vows.     It can't be mended.