Like an abusive husband. You find yourself loving it so much, playing it, making sandwiches for it, doing things for it all the time. But then it turns around and beats u repeatedly until you're broken, bloodied up, and begging for it's forgiveness. However you get back up again clinging to the smallest glimmer of hope that if u just did one more thing right... whether it was that extra dash of mayonaise he wanted on his sandwich and didn't get... or that u bought light beer by mistake when he specifically asked for "Real Beer" ...or that extra repair drone to fix your conveniently on fire oxygen room and door room... then maybe... JUST MAYBE you might, with a little luck, get it right this time so that things could get better. Or die trying...