I was in my 20s when Kim was in my life. At that stage in my life, I had difficulties expressing my anger, especially around others.
Kim & I spent a lot of nights by the water, often just sitting there watching the waves, talking about life. On this particular night, we were at Cadboro Beach (in Victoria), having our usual conversations, when he said, "You're mad, aren't you?" I didn't know what he was talking about and denied it. But he kept egging me on, "Yeah, you're mad, I can tell, just let it out." "No, I'm not, leave me alone." "Yes, you are. Why don't you just scream, shout, hit me if you want." "I'm not mad......" And on and on we went, Kim pushing and pushing while I kept denying it, telling him to leave me alone, to shut up.
Finally I lost it. I don't quite recall what I did, but I know there was definitely screaming and yes, Kim was hit more than a few times.
Afterwards, I was drained, physically and emotionally, and broke down crying. Kim held me in his arms, and with a little laugh, said, "There, doesn't that feel better."
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