Re the faking it aspect, I live next door to a couple who’ve just had their second baby. It screams the house down and they spend all their time shouting at one another, slamming doors and screeching out the drive way after a barmy.
But when they have friends round, it’s all smiles and a masterful projection of the idyllic family, circa 1950s smalltown America.
As Pilate asked, What is Truth?