I’d like to echo this for anyone with kids (I see that the OP has none). I’m the child of a divorced couple, and I’m very glad to have those old photo albums. By all accounts, my parent’s marriage was brief and not particularly good, but it resulted in me, and their wedding album is my history.
Useful info - thanks for sharing.
Seriously, though, don’t permanently destroy photos. They carry a totally different meaning and significance fifty years later. The love between those two people might have long ago evaporated, but that photo could eventually be someone’s only link to them…
When I got divorced, I had to take my ring to the steps of Mt. Doom and *cast it back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.
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I feel much better now.
I suppose it’s different for me, as I have children, so I’ve saved the ring for one of them. Likewise I have all of the pictures for them to copy and divide one day.
The divorce was sad anyhow and there wasn’t a lot of anger at the time, but my sadness increased when the ex suddenly passed away last year. Now it would feel like sacrilege to throw those kinds of things away. I did shred every card and note he’d written me though.
My now-husband threw his old wedding band into the trash at work. I often wonder if any custodial staff found it. It was probably worth a few hundred dollars. I kind of hope someone did find it and got some value from it.
I specifically looked for a reference to that in this thread yesterday. I’m surprised it took this long for someone to write one.
I pawned mine for $50 and used the proceeds to hire a hooker.
Ah yes, $50 hookers. Why settle for a ring when instead you could contract a charming venereal disease?
De Beers ain’t got shit on herpes.
My brother buried his in the backyard of the house he got when they got married because she liked it the best even though our parents said the house was crappy.
When they divorced, she took off because the mortgage wasn’t in her name and my brother had to live there for a couple more years before it sold. So it was symbolic - the ring and the house, the biggest ties to her, gone in a single day.
When I first met Mr. Future Asshole-Ex, I traded a ruby ring from an old boyfriend for a microwave to set-up housekeeping.
Ah, the irony.
How else can two months salary last forever? Herpes.
If you’re spending two months’ salary to get the herp off a hooker, you ain’t doin’ it right.
Don’t judge me!
Sold to a jeweler for a few bucks, used it to (help) pay down the accumulated debt load. Never was sorry, even for the lousy price I got.
Move on.