You act like it’s my job to kowtow to you. I’m tired of walking on egg shells and struggling to say the right words, in the right order, in the right tone.
It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to your feelings, I can see you’re upset but you say, “nothing’s wrong” when I ask. I don’t know how to read minds. You won’t tell me your problem so I won’t waste my time and yours trying to guess.
If it’s not important enough for you to talk with me about it, it’s not important enough for me to care about it.