I've been told before, both in hearsay and to my face, that I have a "perfect life." For all I know, some of you are nodding your heads as you read that, as you hold the same belief.
Just try to remember, that no matter how honest someone is, wholly be kind to them. You do not know the groanings of their heart or very real fears and limitations, and it's not up to you to minimize their "perfect life" to finally accept that they may not in fact have a perfect life. I've been told that blessings come to me too easily, but thankfully I also carry the pain of a miscarriage to mar the perception and bring me back to regular personhood. It shouldn't have to come to that.
Our lives, are our own.
Our stories, are incomplete.
At best, our attempts are feeble to convey the inner workings of intimate relationships of spouses and families, let alone the delicate balance of loving ourselves. Don't wait until you finally understand what a person's burden is, just give them the benefit of the doubt that they have a struggle, everyone does.
I do not live a perfect life. But I also have not always given others this same consideration. It is a great reminder to us all.