To Bin or Not to Bin

CB and I are planning to live in sin. Co-habitat. Shack up. It may take awhile for all pieces of the puzzle to come together logistically, but I am very excited about it. In contrast to the other times I have made this decision, I know it's for the right reasons this time and that we are working toward mutual goals and a shared future. I got to thinking a couple of weeks ago, about the ex files. I normally never even think about the small box of mementos I have kept from each of my significant relationships. When I say small, I mean seriously small. Smaller then a shoe box. I also have a massive (shoe size) box of cards, letters, theatre tickets, concert tickets etc which have nothing to do with romantic relationships. I am not a pack rat by any means, but I guess I hold on to these little things because they create a sense of history for me that moving about a lot can negate. So with each move, these have come with me and typically they get put up in a cupboard or on a bookshelf somewhere. Something tells me that I need to get rid of them now with the M word being discussed and the B word chasing its tail. Any burning thoughts on this?*

*I am not sure if anyone even reads my blog anymore, but I guess this will be a good barometer for whether or not I carry on writing. Although, who am I kidding. I talk to myself, I would likely write to myself even if I knew no one was reading.