At age 68 I certainly have a lot of memories that have accumulated over time. Early years were really hard, as we were extremely poor, just after the war in England.
I married at 19, because I wasn’t happy at home, and that turned out to be a nightmare. When it came to my husband putting a knife to my throat, and threatening to kill me if I took our daughter away, was the worst.
However, he passed away a couple of years later, which took away some of my pain. I married a second time, which is now 36 years on, and those bad memories are now faded. They rarely pop up in my mind.