Breaking Point

Everyone has a breaking point. I hit mine today, and I'm hoping a friend of mine did too.  So my friend Patrick and I were arguing and I went to walk away to cool off. He grabbed my arm. Now Patrick is about 6'4, and he works put constantly. I'm 5'2 and fair skinned. I pulled my arm and he wouldn't let go. This was a breaking point that I won't soon forget. I have a gorgeous hand print on my arm to remind me. I hissed at him to let the fuck go of me and yanked hard enough to break his grip.  We mostly worked things out. Mostly. Like all friendships we're still working. We're trying to deal with a major issue we had. I guess we work well because we both care. We have a lot invested in each other.  Now he and his girlfriend fought all night. She's not the most pleasant and everything she says is passive aggressive. He made his usual I'm done face, so I'm hoping they're done soon as awful as that is.  Everyone has a breaking point. Mine is a blue and black bruise on my arm where I knew. We would either fix things or never speak again, because when I have a mark we know shit is going down.  May life be as awesome as you are and DFTBA!