R.J.
One of the things I enjoy SO much is looking at old photos of my parents and GRANDPARENT'S lives. I can't even imagine how much I would have missed out of if they just scrapped their lives prior to meeting their spouse and after leaving home. YEARS lost. Of course they dated people, had relationships... the all added to who they became when they met my genetic contributer. My grandparents actually have their wedding photos from their FIRST marriages (they were each divorced when they met in the 40's), as well as photos taken during their marriages, as well as sweethearts and beauxs from the time prior and in between. It's amazing to me to get to see their whole LIFE. From the stiff formal family portraits/school portraits of the early 1900's, to their dating years in the 20's/30's, to their first marriages in the 30's to 2nd marriages and family photos from 1940-their deaths in the 90's. I can't even imagine how much I would have missed out on if there was a 15 year "gap" between "school photos" and "married to my grandfather/grandmother"... or the 10 year gap in my parent's from highschool to marriage.
It was also a great learning experience romantically... because in the photos my parents and grandparents are happy with other people. Of course, something went wrong -or I'd never have been born-, but it's very educational for a teen/young adult to see that love isn't always enough. That it's GOING to happen (heartbreak).
One of my great regrets in moving as often and as suddenly as I have in my own life is I've lost 7 years of photos. My entire stint in the USMC got wiped out by a flood (except for my grad from bootcamp), my boating trip with a beaux & girlfriend got lost in a move, 3 years of traveling... there's no photo record of. I'll come across an occasional picture that I stashed away to "put away later" that only got temporarily lost... but BELIEVE me... not having those photos to share with my son, or even my husband for when a particular story gets brought up are actually heartbreaking for me.
I've had beauxs who were so insecure that they demanded I "wipe the slate clean" from before I met them. Nope. Huh-uh. I was a living breathing human being BEFORE meeting you, I didn't spring full formed from a clam shell. Who I am today is in large part based off of who I knew in the past. If the idea that I dated other people was so threatening to them that it bothered them in the *present*, that was NOT my issue. In fact 18mo worth of photographs were destroyed by a controlling jerk I left the moment I discovered the VIOLATION of him tossing what "wasn't important now that I was with him". Sorry bucko, my life may not have been important to YOU bit it was important to ME.
I'm NOT saying you're like that... but jealousy & insecurity are things to really look out for. We ALL get jealous and insecured (well, myself at least) from time to time... for ME the bottom line is "Do I have reason to be / is it THEIR problem... or is it my own issues that I need to deal with?"