I am reminded of Winston Smith's epiphany at the end of 1984 (though, I hope, without the sinister overtones). With apologies to George Orwell:
O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved DeBugger.