Women tend to be very patient creatures. We have all the time and tolerance to wait for bad boys to turn into good guys. We give time to childish men to grow up. Perhaps this is because of the motherly caring instinct in us? I don’t know. The unfortunate bit about it is that this quality always haunts us.
We love to believe that we can turn a frog into a prince. And that if we love the wrong man a little harder or give him more time, or worse that if we marry such types, by the magical power of love we can change them into the kind of men we want. It gives me no pleasure to say it, but all that, I have come to discover, is nonsense!