My situation is very similar. My sweet craving is Tootsie Roll pops. When my aunts came to visit, they always brought these “bouquets” of tootsie pops for me. It wasn’t just the candy, but the bouquet form that really meant something to me. It was an indication of my aunts’ love for me. You must have seen them, 10 pops with their sticks taped together like stems so the pops themselves in different colored wrappers look like a bouquet of flowers. My mother was schizophrenic, my birth was the cause of her “nervous breakdown”, and she hated me. I wasn’t allowed sweets, and my two younger brothers, much beloved by my mother, were too young to eat them. So these sweet bouquets were all mine. Over the years any sweets have filled a love desire in me, albeit temporarily, but especially tootsie roll pops. And yes, I have a stash of them beside my bed. Tomorrow Lent begins, and I’ll try hard to give up those tootsie pops for the Lord. But I never can, and i’ll be filled with shame and guilt.

It was more of a joke, my praise of chocolate. I stick to the dark variety, and only in small amounts. In general, you are right.