That ain't nothin'.
Back in the '40's, '50's and '60's a used car dealer in Austin, TX named Earl Eastburn ran a lot named "Earl's Pearls". His initially gorgeous wife was notorious for becoming severely ill-tempered. At a young age she became wheelchair bound and then required full-time attention and care. Needless to say, her looks quickly faded to reflect her dark soul. She'd swear at him, throw things at him, even shot at him a couple of times. As true bad luck would have it, she even outlived him.
Gotta love the poetic justice, though, of a used car dealer--of all people--marrying a beautiful woman who quickly turned out to be a horrid harridan. I reckon he thought she was only 25 when he married her, but she was really 55 with a 30 year odometer rollback
Better now?