I've had people assuming that I'm a gold digger. When DH and I first got together, I was pretty much a pariah so far as the mutual friends of him and his ex were concerned. (NB He left when she spent the night with a younger colleague on a work-do. She conned folk into thinking that she'd developed feelings for the colleague after she'd been abandoned.)
DH refused to put them right: it was "none of their business". I agree, but I was the one who suffered.
One evening we were at a dinner attended by some of their mutual acquaintances and I was seated between two of the wives. (Our husbands were opposite us.)
DH went to the loo and I'd had a few glasses of wine... Can't remember how the topic arose, but someone said something to me about the relationship. I heard my voice saying "ACTUALLY, ex fell in love with Affair Partner."
The night that DH died, the police attended. (It's the usual drill for "an unexplained death" here, if there's not a doctor around to confirm that the deceased was "under the care of a doctor". It's happened to two other widows of my acquaintance.) DH was in his 80s, had been in hospital for a lengthy stay a couple of months previously, had numerous health conditions including heart trouble and had just died of a heart attack in front of me.
I'm in my 60s.
I had to make a statement. One of the policemen, casually: "So how did you two meet?"
"At work."
"What did you do?"
"We taught at the same school..."
At that point, the attitude improved slightly. (Snobbery? Being a school teacher didn't elevate me into the upper echelons of society, but we live in a working class area.)
Then: "Is the house owned or rented?"
Eh? "Owned..."
"Who owns it?" The penny finally dropped.
"I do. It was mine before we got married."
"Oh."
I swear he looked disappointed.