it makes me curl my toes in fear

I turned in the key and opened the door. And I could tell. He was there.
I walked further, hesitatingly, and dropped the keys near the shoe rack.
This is not what I needed today. An unwanted conversation. The arguments. The coaxing and cajoling afterwards.
Some days, its really not so bad, facing him, and seeing your mistakes line up in front of your eyes. Though, to be honest, who likes to revisit the past? And then he has his ways. Of sitting quietly, slyly even, waiting for you to come find him. But after all these years, I’ve come to know when he’s in. The dread. The heaviness around. I take a deep breath, telling myself to brace up, face the reality.
I walk to dining table, and see his silhouette against the dimming 40 watt bulb overhead. Lying there, amongst a pile of other mail. The credit card bill.