Maybe, I was for all my life scared of being hurt and not being strong enough to cope with the truth, whatever it may be. I took everything as personal. As an attack to my own self.
Maybe, I don’t want these people can feel as bad as I felt.
Now, at this point, I’m able to know the truth, face the truth and even being grateful for honesty, as ugly as this honesty could be for my expectations and interests.