It is none of your business. We got married, so what? What right do you have to judge whether I am worthy enough? Her polished beauty is captivating but she does not need to wear a scrap of makeup for me to notice her. I have watched her shave her legs whilst wearing my dirty, stinking t-shirt and she has never looked sexier. You call her fat for eating a burger and ‘off the rails’ for getting tipsy. My love for her is not fickle, it is unconditional. She may your A-lister but she will forever be my leading lady.