I’ll start. Teenage me driving up the street to hang out with friends at the mall and passed my younger neighbor and his mom. When I got back a couple hours later, the neighbor’s mom was livid - confronting me for the slight. I seriously had no idea wtf she was talking about and I couldn’t convince her otherwise.
Same boat. Got accused of raping and beating my ex, I was in 9th grade. The rumor always lingered and I was treated like a terrible human. I will admit I was a dick, controlling, etc. But I was not a rapist or a woman beater.
In an event that I’ve told very few, she spoke with me a few years later on the phone (we had a kid prior to this), and she was having troubles with her current dude. She told me she was going to go to an abused women’s shelter… Here we go again…
Now we’re older, things are mellow. Wild ride.
In other, related news, our son was accused of sexual assault and became a shut in during his last year or two of high school. He never really left the house, didn’t really want to talk to anyone except me… People are evil… Or don’t understand the magnitude of false accusations… Or both.