How fun is it to throw away pictures? Maybe there are some photos that still work with a head cut out, but for the most part these beacons of failure have to go. Tell your mom to take the wedding pictures out of the family albums. Ponder how you’ll fill the empty frames on the wall and your desk. And the real fun is getting rid of the memories, editing that big hard drive you’ve got. You say “no”, there are some memories that can cheerfully survive the bludgeon of divorce.  I’ve never seen one. Just like him/her and the pictures thereof, the memories have to go. If they were good memories, they hurt now. If they were bad memories, they hurt now. If you still live in the same town, you get to be pinged by all the memories you used to cherish like fine jewels: places where you had a great time/a funny argument/the final straw/the proposal/the crazy sex behind the statue or in the park. Do this enough times and the gaps in your timeline will look like a ten-year-old’s smile. If memories matter to you, divorce is your enemy.