My wife found photos of my ex on my laptop and demanded I delete them.
I did. Right in front of her. Even emptied the recycle bin. Marriage saved.
Until I learned those files weren't actually gone. They were just "marked for deletion" - hiding in my hard drive like digital cockroaches.
I became paranoid. What else was lurking in my computer's shadow realm?
I hired a data recovery expert. $2,000 to scan my drive. He found everything: my MySpace photos from 2006, my failed cryptocurrency whitepaper, and my secret fanfiction about Gordon Ramsay falling in love with a sentient potato.
Turns out when you "delete" a file, your computer just removes the directions to find it. Like tearing out the page of a book's index but leaving the chapter intact.
I started a support group for people with digital hoarding anxiety. We meet every Tuesday.
(Update: The group disbanded when everyone realized their deleted Zoom recordings of our sessions were probably recoverable.)
I bought military-grade file shredding software. Now I run it 12 times on every deleted file.
My computer takes 3 hours to delete a single jpeg, but at least I can sleep at night.
(Second update: My wife found the backup drive. Apparently "cloud sync" was still on. Currently writing this from my friend's couch.)
Life lesson: Your deleted files are like your ex - just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're gone. And they'll probably show up at the worst possible moment.
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