The moment you hear someone begin their monologues with give-away lines like "we are your well wishers" or "we have always been proud of your achievements", you should know the contrary is true. If you don't, you richly deserve the company of these wishy-washy well wishers.
Perhaps the Bard best exposed this toxic tribe in King Lear. Goneril's verbal diarrhea addressed at her father in Act I, Scene I is non-existent love stated over-emphatically: "A love that makes breath poor and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you." Well-wishers
skip the preamble, for they don't feel the need to showcase their
goodness, it is defined by who they are, not by what they say.