Little boys, more so than little girls, love to take things apart, whether it be the toaster, the radio or just toys. Usually, once the object of their interest is taken apart, they get bored and start putting it back together again. Inevitably there is always a piece left, and quite often it is the piece that makes the appliance ‘go’. I have observed that little boys who grow up to be men do not abandon this practice. They find perfectly good companions, spend years taking them apart, a little each day. With criticism and judgment. One day they realize they miss that person they met initially and then frantically starts putting things back together again. Unfortunately either the heart or the soul is left ‘over’. Usually it is the piece that makes you ‘go’. I know this sound chauvinistic and that women are just as guilty as men of this. My point is just this, that no matter in what relationship we may be involved in, friend, parent, lover, colleague, if you take a person apart, trying to change them or even understand them, be sure that you have a manual to collect the pieces perfectly again, other wise all you’ll be left with is a broken life.