I don’t think that’s necessarily true. Sometimes, when I fail to confront my family on their views, it’s because I love them and I am terrified of hurting their feelings. It’s cowardly of me, and very privileged, but the privilege and the fear and the love are all bundled up. Sometimes we convince ourselves that it is loving to not challenge someone, to never make them feel bad. It may feel more merciful in the moment, being so conflict-averse, but it damages our relationships in the long term. It makes them hollow and false.