And I'm now raising that kid. I used to envy them with their square bottles of Evian. Now mine drink San Pelligrino and ask for glass Voss bottles and I remember drinking water from the neighbor's hose while pedaling my old bike with the banana boat seat through the neighborhood with purple jacarandas and wilting lilies. 

 Both sides will form opinions based on the version of the truth that sounds closest to what they know based on their own histories in love and life.  No one gets that involved in someone else’s affairs unless they are looking to pin their own heart to it and find some semblance of closure on their own lost love.