And, in turn, this comment bothers me, but I do know why. Your parent's comment wasn't irrelevant. Truth matters. Whenever I read a comment like yours, I think

And, in turn, this comment bothers me, but I do know why. Your parent's comment wasn't irrelevant. Truth matters. Whenever I read a comment like yours, I think of the last part of Richard Lovelace's To Lucasta, Going to Wars: I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.