The Memory of Bill

My mother often cites the metaphor of people banging their heads against a brick wall because it feels so good when they stop doing it. There is certainly a feeling of great release when long-standing chronic pain finally comes to an end. It was euphoria at the end of my labour giving birth to my daughter. I could not believe how completely stoned I felt. It was more of a gradual creeping of contentment getting over my first marriage. But I do remember the bliss of one day realizing I no longer felt tortured by the memory of Bill.