My husband's grandmother was French Canadian and living in the NE, and was legally married (read: pushed by her parents) at 16 to a neighbor who was a decade older. She had her first kid at 16 as well and had 6 kids, and he died a few years before my husband was born. We honestly had no idea how bad it was until I asked, "Oh, Mem, how sad it must have been when Pepe died! I'm so sad that we didn't get to know him."
She whipped around and yelled, "IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I WAS FINALLY FREEEEEEE!" We haven't brought Pepe up again. 😳 None of my husband's siblings had any idea, either