My parents did not tell me anything about themselves or the family. They wrote: “Oh, everything is good and we are happy and well” I later found out they were not well, not everything was OK and my favorite aunt had died sometimes ago. I did the same thing to them. I never told them about my problems. We both lied to each other.
Was that OK? I wish I would have shared more of my life and they would have shared more of their life. I missed a great deal of life not knowing about them. I am sorry for not being closer to them; a 7000 miles was too far to arrange a monthly trip while going to school.