It’s NOT fair to tell me that I have no idea how worse the problems are without even informing me that such problems do exist. I may be good at determining if you’re lying or not but I’m no mind-reader. I may have picked up some of your clues that there really is a problem but still, there’s no way for me to know what exactly those problems are if you’re not going to share it with me. It’s so wrong to tell me that you don’t want me to worry and to just focus on my priorities and at the same time think that I don’t really care at all. I am seriously unaware and I’m currently bombarded by hurtful words because of my ignorance. And now, just because of that single mistake, which I believe, isn’t really a mistake, but because your centuries-old morals recognized it as a mistake, you now consider me as the insensitive happy-go-lucky immature child here. Thank you for guilt tripping me. I’m still in the process of understanding your rationale but I’ve already lowered my pride and apologized, which I RARELY do, but I still don’t know what’s wrong. If only everything is disclosed… everything might be different.