It happened one leisurely Sunday. My girlfriend at the time and I had spent the day at the spa, a peace offering for an ongoing argument. We were joking around and then, just like that. She punched me in the arm. In that moment, it was as if all the drama and struggle of our relationship and every relationship over the past 15 years of dating culminated into the throbbing in my arm. Perhaps it was shock over the violent interruption in the day’s momentum, but everything became silent and still for one blissful second. And then I knew. I was done with unhealthy relationships. There had to be a better way.