The moment you hear folks begin their monologues with give-away lines like "we are your well wishers" or "we have always been proud of you", you should know the contrary is true. Else, if you don't smell a rat, 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.