An Autobiography is just that Ð an account of my life, the good, the bad, and the very ugly. My life was not lived in a vacuum, but involved interaction with parents, siblings, other relatives, spouse, children and so on. How much can I write? How much should I hold back? How much is too much, and how little is too little? Taking the Note I wrote a few days ago as an example, I said very little good and kind about the man who was my husband and the father of my children. This is sad, but what I said was true according to my experience. Regardless, I feel that if the story was to be written from his point of view, I would be just as vilified.