Goddamn can you imagine that happening though? The person you love and adore and admire and lust after- just fucking wrecked.  And if you say one fucking THING then you're a "misogynist pig who can't handle a REEL WYMUN".  So then you stop having sex because she's too repulsive for you to even get hard for anymore.  If you don't cheat you start looking at porn of other women, and if she catches you then she forces you to go to marriage counseling and thinks you're some kind of sexual deviant for wanting to fap to pictures of hot, virile women.    The future you imagined with that beautiful young lady; her in that same pose of cradling your child, but with the smile you remember- not the one that's been completely disfigured by fat and ill-health.  Her running around with the little one and maybe she's a little worn out at frumpy at the end of the day but you can still get that gorgeous smile out of her when you tell her a dumb joke and watch the tyke while she takes a well-deserved break.  Those visions are fucking gone, and maybe you still wander back to them in your daydreams... but that fantasy comes crumbling down on top of itself when you open the door and find her in some over-stretched sweatpants, gazing slackjawed at the television while pounding more junk food into her face and sinking further into the indent that she's created in the couch.