Truth

Have you ever suspected someone was misleading you, so you pushed them into revealing the truth, even though you knew damn well it was a truth you really didn't want to hear? Why can't we be satisfied sometimes with just accepting a happier falsehood? What is it about "knowing the truth" that is so attractive anyhow... Especially in situations where we're almost certain ahead of time someone is hiding a truth we don't want to hear?? I don't know, but for some reason I always push for the truth. And sometimes the truth sucks.