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Depends. I am 35 and still have some stuff from the High School GF. I always keep letters, cards and pictures. Don't know why, I don't ever go through that stuff except by accident. If the stuff is because you still have a tie to that past relationship that you can't move beyond, that is one thing. If it is more a tie to a time in your life that you want keepsake for, like high school or college, that is a different story.
My parents have virtually nothing kept from high school or college except for one college yearbook and I always thought it would be interesting to see some keepsakes just to know more about their lives, especially when they were going through high school and college. They have been married forever and I don't think they would get mad at each other about something they did 40 years ago. You might have a GF wanting you to pitch stuff in the garbage now because it hurts their feelings, but five or ten years from now they might not care, and someday your kids might want to laugh at Dad and his girlfriend in their ugly clothes for prom or homecoming or whatever. Thats why I hang onto that junk.
It all depends on how the new significant other feels about it too.
My parents have virtually nothing kept from high school or college except for one college yearbook and I always thought it would be interesting to see some keepsakes just to know more about their lives, especially when they were going through high school and college. They have been married forever and I don't think they would get mad at each other about something they did 40 years ago. You might have a GF wanting you to pitch stuff in the garbage now because it hurts their feelings, but five or ten years from now they might not care, and someday your kids might want to laugh at Dad and his girlfriend in their ugly clothes for prom or homecoming or whatever. Thats why I hang onto that junk.
It all depends on how the new significant other feels about it too.
After I broke up with my fiancee, I boxed up everything that even remotely reminded me of her, and dumped it into storage. I guess a part of me would like to keep that stuff as a memento of my past, yet out of sight to allow me to move on. Someday, I'm sure, I'm going to have myself a little bonfire out at the beach and torch all of that stuff.




I guess those memories aren't as important as they used to be.


