Dully she watched, as he paced around spewing hateful venom.

"Why do you endure this vitriol?" her alter ego popped an unanswerable question

She half nodded at his character-smearing, soul-searing tirade

"My beauty, My bane. Others think it's a wondrous boon!" she soliloquized

"Your looks are his stepping stones on the societal ladder" Alter-ego quipped

"He needs me. Under that acidic veneer, lies a heart beating for his bride" she softly rebutted

"He was never the Wall between his wife and his amorous friends with their lecherous looks" Conscience keeper carped

"Children wilt in a broken home. I am the Glue, I am the binder" she reasoned with herself

"Too scared to step out of your comfort zone and too used to the spoils of life" diminishing voice of reason, muttered

The haranguing husband rested, with his tirade done...

War-weary wife rose to cook his daily bread...

Auto pilot was set in motion!