Throw away account for obvious reasons. Also, english is not my first language, so apologies for any grammar mistakes.

I am pretty sure I know my stand on this, but wanting a third person's opinion in case I have actually gone crazy and my judgement is clouded.

I have been in a relationship with a man for just over a couple of years now. We have been through thick and thin throughout this relatively short/long period of time, however you want to see it. I come from a pretty messy background, but have always done fine for myself. Yeah, I wish I'd achieved more by now, but given the circumstances I've done alright, and happy to continue my journey to improve myself and my living standards. I guess I can be a little insecure about this at times, but keep it to myself. I know it affects mu self worth. This is not really a part of this story, just painting some background.

So, I met a person who for the first time in my life made me feel happy just with their presence. I laughed carelessly like I used to when I was a kid. I felt safe, all the trivial or meaningful life problem felt suddenly easier to deal with. I liked it. I felt stronger than ever. Of course I wanted that feeling to last. I persuaded it. And so, I fell in love. There were some red flags. Like him living with his ex, excusing it as a financial issue. I thought - fair enough. I was not comfortable with it, but it was just the beginning, and I trusted what I was being told. I then found out their bills (split by two) were cheaper than mine (obviously paid just by myself). I lived in a studio apartment, whereas they had much larger space I would never have dreames of. Cutting ties is difficult. I understood that too. It went on for a couple of years. Things got pretty ugly towards the end. We started to argue all the time, I was gaslighted, but pushed through. We started to look for a place of our own, decided to commit to each other. There were a lot lot of things left unspoken, but I thought once we start our lives together it'll all change and we can finally be happy. Apparently I was wrong. Not a day goes by, where we don't argue about his ex. She moved about an hour away with her new partner and I moved in. My partner offered her sleepovers at now our place whenever she wants, so on the day of my move she surprise, surprise was there. Needless to say, I was not happy with the arrangement given their history and our relationship hanging on by threads, I said It's not okay, I'm not comfortable with that. We do have a spare bedroom, but I do not want her around. That was followed by a multitude of arguments between me and my partner. They have a lot of mutual friends and obviously can't be out of each other's life's. Even though I was very clear before moving in that I want this chapter closed and he agreed to do that. It's suddenly an issue now-when I've given up my apartment and I'm forced to agree or I'm yelled at and get everything that is wrong with me pointed out. And again, I take it and try not to hold grudges, we all say nasty things when emotional, so it's forgiven. Fast forward to a half a year later. We live together. I try my best to do my half and move on. Even though we still fight about the issue I thought would go away. For example, we keep attending parties she's at. I don't make a big deal out of it. Im more of an introvert, so I usually stick to myself during any group gatherings, I'm not antisocial, but mainly attend to accompany my partner. Last party we've been to, his ex was there. She was pretty wasted when we got there, and for whatever strange reason decided to strike up a chat with me. She talked my ears off for two hours complaining about her new place, how my partner doesn't want to talk to her anymore and how she should've never moved out from living with my partner because he used to pay most of the bills, clean, shop for her etc. Mind you, we split bills 50/50 now. I listen to her, and didn't make any remarks, she was drunk, I get it, I've been there. Not that specific situation, but people make mistakes, right? Anyway, fast forward, we're about to leave and she starts to clinge onto me and my partner cause she wants to come over to our place to grab some things. She's already done it before. None of those things are actually hers, just stuff they might have bought together during their relationship. She's moved out months ago at this point. So I was tired of listening to her struggles and her physically pulling on us and simply said "you've had time to pack. You've took months to collect your things. Take responsibility for your actions. It's done." I said it very calmly. She then threw her drink at me. She was screaming like an animal being skinned alive and continued to make remarks about me and also texting my partner same remarks after we left. Me and my partner went home, and I was told I shouldn't have made a scene. As he said she's a psycho and I should've known better. Also, side note - I'm about 15 years younger than her. Maturity, huh? I really thought, that if anybody was gonna make a scene it'd be me. But I can proudly say I kept my cool. Fuck, I even hugged her a couple of times during that evening when she cried saying how she hates her new place. Couple of months go by, we still argue, but I do everything I can to calm the space and move on. We have a deep talk about how we're going to proceed. Do we brake up? Do we stay together and try to resolve it? We're both exhausted. We both have sick parents which doesn't make things easier emotionally. We should be there for each other. So we talk things out, and consider the chapter closed. I love that person, all I want is a happy future, and I'm willing to go a thousand miles to achieve it. Now, my partner goes away to see his family just for the weekend, I was offered to go, and I always have, but I'm feeling pretty worn out and just wanting to have some time for myself and catch up on some house chores, so I decide to stay. We agree on this, it's all good. Me, having the extra time I decide to deep clean our place, we both like things tidy, and because of work neither one of us have had the chance to properly reorganise, clean, apart from the regular vacuuming etc. As I go through the whole apartment and get to the spare bedroom, which used to be my partners room when they lived together, but now he's moved his things into the master bedroom, there's not much left there, and we don't really clean it as much, as it's not in use. There's nothing really left in there in the wardrobe, or the drawers next to bed. So I thought I'll just wipe the dust out of itanI found there was a pile of pictures. Naturally I picked it up to remove it, but when placing it back I have discovered there were photos of my partner from younger years, which I thought was quite sentimental, and set them aside. As I was putting them back, I've noticed something strange. Tens of pictures of his said ex. Regular ones, from parties, selfies, as well as photos of her in only her undergarments. I stopped and stayed still for a minute. I felt numb. I know my partner has photos of his other exes, innocent ones, and I'm perfectly okay with it. But it's just a few. Not about 40 of them. Not in their lingerie. I wasn't goanna say anything till his back. But it played with my head and I called him. He said she gave it to him upon moving out and he hasn't looked through them. I doubt it cause he's shared some of those pictures where it's just him with me in the past. I cut the call, and we haven't spoken since. I'm devastated. Numb, but devastated. Am I overreacting? I'm not a confrontational type. I'll pack my things quietly and go. I've looked at apartments, and I'm happy to move as soon as I can. I don't want another argument. Am I making a mistake? Am I blowing it out of proportion? I love him, and I don't want to end things if the only reason is my jealousy. I just don't know if we can overcome this, if there's any point.

Sorry to make this so long. Thanks for reading.