One of the hardest things to do after a divorce and the decimation of a shared history, is go through the photos. There you are, looking so smiley and clueless.
I suppose now in a digital era, you can just delete some jpgs, or suck it up into the Cloud and file under “Fuckwit” for future war crime tribunals.
But others of us have entire audio visual libraries with our kids, our parents, grandparents, nieces and cousins.
Did you save it, chuck it, give it to your kids? Burn it in a giant pyre and dance around the flames? Leave it on the lawn for the raccoons?
I’m sure some newbies are going through this — if you have a creative solution, or some solace, pass it on.