When I was a kid I worked in a sweat shop wrecking yard. One of the older guys was a disgusting Italian jew, Mike Abraham. He was born with a lucky strike dangling from his lip and ashes on his shirt. No dox, he's been dead 50 years.
He had a drop dead gorgeous wife, a wealthy attorney, who worshiped the ground he walked on.
She would often come by with some terrific lunch for him and he's barely acknowledge her fawning adoration.
One day I finally got the courage to ask the old guy what was up with that.
His reply, "Son, show me a beautiful woman, and I'll guarantee there's a guy tired of fucking her".
I shit you not, this could be a pic of him.