Usually those pictures didn't survive the first post-breakup voodoo ceremony. I was too busy burning them or shoving them into dolls along with hair and fingernail clippings.
Keep them for blackmail purposes.
The rest? Yeah, let's go with that voodoo doll suggestion
I think any pictures I might have had of them were destroyed in a flood a few years back.
I'm talking actual heavy rain, storm drains backing up, floods.
Explain why this photo was found on your computer, Ol' Bag:Pictures? Heh. There are no pictures of old loves.
Now, that's not to say I have no pics of Ol' Boy. So if by some amazing transformation of some kind after 30+ years of marriage, we were to go our separate ways, they'd likely stay right where they are now 'cause I'm too old and tired to do the Voodoo dance anymore. I'd be realllllly surprised, though. We did it 'til death us do part, y'ken? 'Cause there ain't no other way outta this situation for either of us.
I had one time where I'd ripped myself and my guy apart in one photo and put the pieces in an envelope. I opened it right back up to look at it again, and he was gone. Totally, 100% missing. I never did find the pieces of him!