Men marry women wishing they will never change, but they do.
Women marry men wishing they will be able to change them, but they don’t.
When I was young, even during my University studies, I was a real disaster in anything related to order. My room was always a mess. Whenever my mother or any other would try to change my ways (even a little bit), I would say what many like me love to say: – “In the disorder, I know where everything is. When my mother makes some order, I can’t find anything”.
And to demonstrate that the half-joke at the beginning of this article is not true, I must say that I changed a lot since I married. My home won’t appear in a decoration magazine, but it is not close at all to my young-days’ complete-mess room.