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TIFU Going through wife's old text messages

The wife (F, 36) and I (M, 34) recently upgraded to new phones and I was moving data from one phone to the next. I made the mistake of going through her old text messages (just a few months before we started dating, mind you this was 8+ years ago) and I saw images of her and other guys sharing intimate photos.

Granted, I know it's irrelevant now as we've been married for almost 6 years and we have two kids now, but I can't get the images out of my head especially when they were explicit in nature and much more scathing than anything we do now. Things such as dick pics (with guys who were quite larger than me), images and videos of her pleasing herself and such. There's even one image where she said she was so sore from the night before because the sex was so rough and I have never done anything like that (at least not to the point where it required a heating pad like the text and images I saw). It almost makes me feel inadequate compared to some of her previous partners before me.

Should I bring this up to my wife or just try to forget about it?

EDIT 1: I did bring up the old text threads and she already deleted them without a second thought.

TLDR:

I saw images and texts of my wife with other people before we were in a relationship and now I feel bad for even having gone through those messages. I can't get those images out of my head now and I'm not sure what I should do.

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