You love the box, Maru. This we all know. You draw comfort from its cardboard embrace as it cradles you in solitude. But the box does not love you, Maru.
The box is a trickster, impish and cruel. It extends its hand in support, saying trust me, I wish only to help you. But the box is full of lies and betrayal.
Yet despite its petty humiliations, its endless stream of deceits, you return to its waiting arms again and again. All is forgiven. There is peace. Until next time…
Codependent relationships are so sad to watch, Andrew Y.