The issue of photos is an interesting one.
I wrestled with it for quite a while bc my former h left with virtually nothing from his old life. And tbh that made me feel as if he had never valued a single moment of it which hurt too. But that was hard to believe bc it hadn’t felt like that at the time. And I resented having to be the tidy up person for everything bc my h just skipped off to his new life, or so it seemed.

and I was grieving so it hurt to look at these mementoes, hurt to throw them away, hurt to live with them.
Tbh, everything just hurt.
I did not know what to do.
So I decided to do nothing until I felt that I could act ‘cleanly’, no agenda or emotional goal or assumptions.
Which surprisingly took about three years.

and then, when I was in that mindset, I realised that it was no longer important enough to me that it was worth cranking the contact door open even a bit. It just mattered much less what I thought he might think or want or should think or want. It was easier to pick what I wanted to keep and throw the rest away. Never thought I would get there, but I did

Plus if my xh did that, it is reasonable to assume that it was bc he wanted to....for whatever reason, it worked for him to leave it all behind....it self-evidently did not carry the value it did for me, if it had he would have chosen differently, right? And he had YEARS to do so lol. It just wasn’t my job to mind read and seemed most sane to take the behaviour at face value. And it seemed rather arrogant to think I knew better than he did what he wanted or should feel. If that turned out to be a choice he later regretted, if he came to feel he had erased important bits of his own life history, that was his life lesson and consequence not mine. Not one I would have made, true, but it wasn’t my choice or responsibility. And perhaps there is something rather uncomfortable about keeping mementoes of a metaphorical house you burned to the ground lol.
Now I see these things as solely mine, as mementos of my own history, along with photos from my parents. His loss perhaps, idk, he’ll just have to live with the twenty year gap I guess

no idea if he gives it a moments thought, of course. Still, not my circus.
But it took three years of choosing NOT to act on my own impulses....
Funny how informative NOT acting can be.....it’s just a quieter voice that you have to let come to you, that’s all. And you need to give yourself time, Tornup.