Remember that Seinfeld where Jerry got caught in "a pick" while in a cab next to his (new) supermodel girlfriend? He actually wasn't picking his nose--just scratching it; yet from the angle with which she saw it, it was "a pick" to her.
This ended their relationship. No matter how much Jerry explained, "It wasn't a PICK!" she was repulsed. She didn't believe him. In fact, she believed him less and less the more he explained, retorting, "I KNOW what I saw."
In late August 2013 we returned from Nantucket to our home in Newton, Mass--returned from the best summer of our lifetimes so far at that point. We'd spent 24/7 with our kids for the whole summer and had all gotten along magically well. As we pulled up, our teenager and I got into a "thing" (I don't even remember what it was about) and as the doors to our minivan opened, our next door neighbor (whom we love and who just happened to be there to greet us), heard she and I going at it. This was the first thing he heard from us upon our arrival after a whole summer away.
"Long summer?" he smiled (he's a really funny dude).
I was like, "No! No! Not long summer! It was a great summer! This is just...." and I realized that I'd lost him--he was talking to Philippe about something else and had moved on. His mind was made up. It was "a pick" (bad/long summer for Super-mom with her plus 5) and nothing I said was gonna make him think otherwise.
This is why you gotta just let sh** go. People believe and see what they want. The end. So just have fun and move on. You can't convince 'em otherwise anyhow.