I advised my sister not to marry a man before he turned 25, because after that point, you can tell how poorly he would age. She didn’t listen. Since she doesn't believe in divorce, she is now trapped with an ugly man she pretends to love. I'm not sure how she manages to get through the day cooking and cleaning for a rotten-egg-smelling man-child goblin. I'm never look at him because the last time I did, I felt like I was going to puke.

The tale, in any case, is as old as time. When a brain dead woman marries a man, the latter's true self emerges. He stops brushing his teeth, gains weight, forgets what deodorant is, develops sickly skin, becomes addicted to porn, time-wasting hobbies, alcohol and narcotics, develops erectile dysfunction, testosterone levels drop, mental disorder develops, and he loses his hair that made up for his ugliness.