Love the life that I lead

Last night, Margaret, on vacation in Las Vegas, nodded off in her hotel room due to excessive substance abuse. It wasn’t long before one of Margaret’s old flames, Ralph Stankowitz, tracked her down. Always one to get in the last word, Ralph felt it necessary to attack Margaret due to their bitter break up. Stumbling into the MGM Hotel, Ralph took note of the Margster’s room number. Ralph was on a cocaine binge. Wired, he pummeled down the corridor that led to Margaret’s dwelling and ripped a fire extinguisher off the wall. Ralph chiseled his way into the hotel room ever so quietly. Once in sight of Margaret, Ralph opened the fire extinguisher full throttle on sleeping beauty! Ralph took off before Marge could come to her senses. Margaret dialed the help desk and had to be hauled off via ambulance.
Margaret had to cut her vacation plans short and high tail it back to Louisville for some much needed R&R. Trouble wasn’t over for Margaret. Arriving home, her estranged husband Melvin was waiting for her. Melvin wasn’t accepting the fact that their marriage was over. He loved Margaret. Hell, who wouldn’t? Margaret refused to have a discussion with him and ordered him to leave. He later came back, breaking and entering, and biting Margaret on her left boob.
Margaret began to think that the issues between she and Melvin were never going to be resolved until one of them died. Judging by Melvin’s violent behavior, she just assumed it would be her that died. She spent a couple of days saying goodbye to her friends in the event she was murdered.