Here's the thing, though
Many years ago, I was subjected to ongoing domestic violence. People asked all the time: who hit you, are you safe, etc, etc . . .
My standard response was something along the lines of "I walked into a door" or "I fell down the stairs". I think most of them didn't believe me, but they accepted my reply.
All of them except for one. He knew I was lying. Somehow, he knew the truth. (In all honesty, it was probably pretty obvious.) He pushed me. He made me defend my lies. And when I couldn't defend them, I finally admitted what he knew all along.
He told me how I could get help. He wrote out for me exactly what he wanted me to say to the police and the DA. It was another week or so before I got the courage to actually do it, but I finally left. Had it not been for one virtual stranger refusing to buy my smiling "everything's all right" line of BS, I would likely be dead today. (I'm not exaggerating here: I was beaten with a hammer, for God's sake.)
So, while I get that it can be annoying to be repeatedly asked the same questions, please keep in mind that the people who are doing the asking never know if this ask is the one that's going to make the difference.
I barely knew that guy and never saw him again, so I never had an opportunity to thank him. I've never forgotten his name, though, and I'm going to go look him up right now. Better late than never, huh? Thanks to you all for this thread and reminding me of my outstanding debt.