Like home, not all beauty is kept inside. Sometimes it’s on display open wide. In the same breath with flesh and human ugliness: sometimes the world can see it right in the face.
My heart goes out for The Builder. I feel his struggles, despite his ‘gold and silver.’ Not a few people would compare us to each other, thus during the early years of our lives I found him ‘luckier’ than I. For he was many times over handsomer, he’s earning much more, and later got an earning much, much more of a wife.
We love him even if such wife of his always loves to brace herself for a fight, as it was very obvious from the start that in her eyes we are all despised. We tried loving her for his sake, as, other reasons aside, she’s my constant reminder that I should be thankful enough for not having a ‘rich’ wife.
She got an attitude only a masochist mother could love, having the kind of character found in a villain of ‘tele-novela’ about hard drama and tragedy. Her being a war freak who likes trouble and intrigue confirmed my belief that having a college degree is not a guarantee of a woman’s quality.
With her in mind, I’d say the school is not a breeding ground for character—the home is—as taught by theories, and experiences withal. And just when I thought my own wife is unreasonable, compared to her, I’ve realized my wife turned out to be the one so implacably logical.
The Builder’s wife shattered the myth that outer beauty is no better when a couple starts living together. Believe you me, boys, there are times when it appears a home is like a house, the façade should matter.
Yeah, sometimes, we can judge the book by its cover!
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